Merlin paced up and down outside of Arthur's private room. He couldn't stand still as he remembered as much as he could from yesterday.
The door creaked slightly as the doctor walked out. "Mr Pendragon?" he asked. Merlin looked up.
"Mr Pendragon-Emrys actually. Is he ok? Can I see him? Will he live?" merlin asked his throat tightening.
"He's unconscious but alive. He's bleeding internally and his kidney has been infected. We've stop the bleeding, but we're probably going to need a transplant to fix his kidney!" the doctor explained. Merlin looked between them distressed.
"Take mine! Take em both I don't care just save him!" Merlin said quickly. The doctor cleared his throat. Merlin stared at him in disbelief. There could not be more bad news! Taking the deep breath, the doctor let it out.
"We already checked, you're not a match. I'm sorry. He'll have to go on the waiting list!"
Merlin didn't blink. All he could see was his world crumbling around him. He didn't hear Gwaine approaching. He only way he knew that Gwaine was there was when he said,
"take mine!"