AN: A little sooner than expected but here's the next chapter in my still untitled fanfic. I got bored and decided to write the new chapter anyway so I did. I hope you enjoy it and don't worry, there will be plenty of fluff and angst in upcomming chapters.
If you have an idea for a title, please let me know. Enjoy.

Arthur watched his friend walk towards the castle when, just as he was about to look away and put his focus back on traing the knights in front of him, he saw his friend stumble towards the ground. as if he were nothing but a doll. A doll who'se strings were cut.

It didn't take him two seconds to cross the training ground, dodging swords and ignoring cries of shock in the process. Only one thing mattered now and that was getting to his friend.

He carried Merlin to the castle, halfway to the court phesisians cuarters he reconciddered, Gaius wasn't there, he wasn't even in Camelot. Instead of climbing up the stairs he made a right turn and went to his own chambers instead. Merlin would be much more comfortable there anyway he decided.

Merlin woke with a start. How did he end up in the princes quarters? in his bed, of all places. He remembered the training ground and getting the crossbow for Arthur. He was on his way back when.. when what? he didn't know.

The door creaked as Arthur walked in, carriing a tray of food and a jug of water. and all Merlin could think was "I'll have to fix that later." but that was probably the very last thing on the royal blonde's mind.

"So, you're up." the prince proclaimed.

"I suppose so." Merlin said. He still didn't quite understand what had happend and how he had ended up in here.

"Took you long enough too, you've been sleeping for hours. What did I tell you about falling asleep on my watch?" He sounded a bit angry, but Merlin knew he must have been really worried. He supposed he would have been Arthur who had appearantly suddenly fallen asleep for no good reason.

"It won't happen again, my lord." Merlin said as he lifted the heavy woolen sheets and tried to crawl out of the enourmous bed, only to be gently pushed back in by his master. "You're not going anywhere. you're sick."

"I'm not sick." Merlin said stubbornly but he too had noticed he had been getting tired easier over the past few days. Maybe he really was sick.

"You fell to the ground, Merlin. Healthy people don't do that. Healthy people stay on their feet."

"I never said I was healthy.I said I wasn'tt sick." Merlin sputtered.

"You can not be both not sick and not healthy, Merlin, don't be stupid."

Merlin held his tongue, knowing that nothing he could possibly say would make any sense and that that dollophead of a prince wouldn't listen to him anyway. The prince had decided that Merlin was sick and there was nothing that would convince him otherwise, by the way, all Merlin wanted to do now, was go back to sleep. And so he did.

That's the second chapter for you. The nex one will be up at least next week, maybe sooner if I get inspired. As always please leave a comment I love to know what you think, ideas and suggestions are always welcome as well (a title, maybe?)

Thanks for reading,

PandoricaArt