A/N- Welcome, welcome readers. I spent the whole day in thinking about how I was going to do this chapter (no, really, on the way to school my friend asked me something and I replied "Arthur").

It feels so strange having people enjoying my work! I'm so glad you all like it! This was originally only going to be a few chapters but seeing as I'm enjoying it so much, I may as well extend it.

There won't be any "Mergana" here, because I don't ship it and I can't write for ships I don't ship, unless I have to put it in due to popular demand. That was a very confusing sentence, just sound it out in your head and you'll get it.

Read on, my lovelies!

"No, no the monster said, finally calming itself. The queen most certainly was a witch and could very well have been on her way to great evil. Who's to say? She was trying to hold on to power, after all.

"Why did you save her then?"

Because what she was not, was a murderer." – A Monster Calls, Patrick Ness and Siobhan Dowd

Yes, I know Morgana was a murderer, but it's the same idea, really.

Merlin felt the magic surge through him and threw his head back in joy. Stepping back, he felt something hard beneath his boot and looked round to see that he had stepped on Morgana's hand. Merlin stared for a second, before coming to his senses. It was so strange to see her lying on the floor, fragile, broken – a chick fallen from the nest.

Running to the corner of the room, he ripped down the thin veil that covered her bed and ripped it into strips. His movements became the strong, intelligent, mechanical manoeuvres of a medical professional. Merlin grabbed the jug of water on her table and placed it on the floor next to her.

There was one thing he had to do first though. In the mind of a doctor, treating the patient would take priority over all else. However, Merlin was not a doctor. He was a servant to the king of Camelot. Trying to touch them with as little of his skin as possible, Merlin picked up the chains. He picked up one of Morgana's limp wrists and fastened the first chains around it. Her breathing stopped for a second and Merlin readied himself.

He knew what to do. He did. He had seen Gaius do it dozens of times on newborn babies and dying knights. He was not forgetting it all, he wasn't, he wa-

She breathed again. Merlin heaved a sigh of relief and fastened the second cuff before anything else could happen. He then placed her hands across her lap and picked up a wad of the make-shift gauze. He dipped it in the water and softly wiped away the blood from the three cuts on her forehead, just above her left eyebrow. They were already starting to swell, so after the blood was cleaned away, he placed a thin strip of cloth into the jug of water. Merlin whispered and his eyes glowed gold. Head spinning, he steadied himself against the table.

First spell since he regained his magic. He would have to be careful.

The spell worked as he wanted it to, however, and the top layer of the jug was frozen solid. It had cracked the fine porcelain and Merlin picked it up by the cloth and shook of the remains of the jug.

After searching the room for a moment, he found a large bowl he had filled with water only the night before, for Morgana to wash her face in. He dropped the ice into it, and as it was submerged in the room-temperature water it cracked and splintered. Merlin grinned and picked the pieces of ice out of the water, then pulled the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around them.

He quickly bandaged her head, then used another strip of cloth to tie the ice to the wound, as she was in no state to hold it herself.

Finally, Merlin stood up and looked at his work. He had done very well, if he said so himself.

And now for the trickier part.

Tarrian was patrolling through the second corridor on the left after the Great Hall. He was in the middle of a very interesting game of "how many apprentice guards can you scare in one go"? His current total was five, caught trying to sneak into the kitchen to steal a loaf of bread, one by one. Of course, he let them go - they were starving and there was more than enough food in the kitchen.

His wheeze was getting worse by the day. He stopped for a second and put his hand on the wall as he coughed heavily. When he had recovered, the burly guard stood up straight again and rubbed his salt-and-pepper beard with one hand.

He stopped. There was something sticky on his hand. He stared at the wall, where blood was smeared, as if somebody covered in blood had rested against the wall before continuing to flee. Tarrian breathed deep, and narrowed his eyes.

Not on my watch.

Rain still pummelled the window , making the turret outside Morgana's window appear to melt. Merlin lifted Morgana, trembling slightly under her weight. Not that she was heavy, but Merlin was used to using magic for such trivial matters as lifting things. However, today, he didn't think he was ready for the relatively high level of skill needed to levitate objects. The chains clinked as he moved and Merlin shivered at the noise. He placed Morgana down on her soft bed and quickly checked her pulse. Normal.

Merlin walked back round to the door and carefully picked up the two silver keys Morgana has previously had around her neck – one for the chains, one the master key for the cells. He quickly pulled off his boot and slid the one for the chains into the secret compartment in the sole. If he failed and he was captured again, they were unlikely to check his shoe.

Closing the door behind him and locking it, Merlin started to jog along the corridor in the direction of the cells.

Hope you enjoyed that! It was more of a filler chapter, to get everyone where I want them for the next chapter but I enjoyed the bit where Merlin treats Morgana. You can tell I want to be a doctor!

I feel like I nag you too much for reviews, so I won't this chapter. I am not nagging you for reviews. This is me, not minding whether you review or not. I'm not going to nag you. I'm not. Nope. No.

(butyoucouldalwaysreviewifyou wantedto)

See you soon!

*Disappears in a puff of smoke*