Merlin lay on the flat rock of the cave as blood continued to flow freely from his wound as it had done for days. The dragon had done all he could, but he knew that the physician must treat him. A mortal wound is to be treated with mortal remedies, it wasn't right to take the easy way out. And besides, Merlin would want to be treated by Gaius. But how to get him to Camelot where the physician dwelled?
Then, he got an idea.
Arthur... The dragon smiled as he felt the connection being made.
Who is this who has the nerve to enter my mind? Leave it!
I am the one who you thought you had killed. I shall tell you no more, it would interupt your destiny to know so much.
I am the King! Do not speak to me about destinies! You will leave me now, Ancient One.
Yes. I believe you are king. I also believe that you would be wise not to dismiss me so quickly.
And why would that be?
I have something of value to you. The dragon could feel the King stiffen.
What?
Your servant.
If you have done anything to him, I swear I will hunt you down and-
I mean no harm. In fact, I contact you this way to protect him.
Explain yourself, Ancient One. I have no wish for this. Tell me where you are keeping my servant.
You shall come to the clearing outside Camelot. I will not be there, as I wish to remain a secret, but I will leave the boy there.
I will be waiting.
Pendragon. You should know. Your servant is in dire need of a physician. I found him with a stab wound. I cannot stop the bleeding. The dragon could easily sense the King's worry.
If this is a sick trick. I swear-
The clearing. He will be there. Will you? And with that the dragon withdrew from the contact. Leaving the king with a decision that he wouldn't struggle to make.
The dragon placed him massive claws around the injured warlock, ignoring the one short shout of distress leaving the warlock's lips. And prepared for a flight to the citadel. The warlock had a chance yet, and if he was to die, he would die with his friends.