The Fall
Chapter 3
~Fran Gipani
Disclaimer- Flowers sadly cannot make claims to a TV show :(
Author's Note- Ok, I am so sorry, guys, seriously, I had a plan for this story to stick to because I had put my others on hiatus and this was meant to get me back into writing for the holidays but then I had shit loads of work to do in the holidays and when term started I got even more. So this is chapter 3, it is the second last chapter and is very short so I apologise, but it was better to stop it there and I wanted to give you guys something before I started back on my work. But I hope you enjoy anyway, that you don't hate me too much and review at will :)
~Fran xx
"Merlin!" Arthur yelled before pressing against his friends chest again, "Please." This is all my fault. He stood shakily and turned, walking away with a heavy heart. That was until he heard a rasping cough behind him and he spun round, to see Merlin, lying on his side. Bloodshot eyes open and the contents of his lungs leaking from his mouth onto the grey sand. Arthur was kneeling by him in a flash, with his hand on Merlin's sodden shoulder. "Merlin! I am so sorry. I didn't think! It was stupid, and reckless, I..." He trailed off taking in the pallor of Merlin's bruised and bloodied body. This should never of happened.
"No. Ar...tur. Thank ...ou." Merlin managed to groan before another set off coughs wracked his body. "You... didn't, give...up...on me. Or leave me...for...dead."
"Never. I couldn't, not you Merlin. What would I..." He trailed off not wanting to even consider that idea. "Let's just get you back to Camelot." He stood, before gently picking up Merlin and cradling him in his arms and trying to find a way up the cliff.
Eventually Arthur found the shortest amount off cliff to climb, but to get Merlin up there would be a different story. The man had a serious head wound, bruised and maybe even cracked ribs, cuts all over his body and an arrow lodged and broken off in his leg. Whatever Arthur did to find a way to pull Merlin up; it would have to be careful work and Merlin certainly couldn't do it himself.
Arthur had set Merlin down on the sand and was now pacing, trying to think what to do. He stopped for a moment when he heard the sound of his name being called. His first reaction was to look down to Merlin, but he was still, silent and with his eyes closed. His eyes were then drawn to the top of the cliff. He didn't think he had ever smiled so wide in his life.