I'm so sorry
Merlin flicked his eye open, he could hear Arthur crying. It almost made his laugh at the fact that he could sleep through severe medical treatment, but woke the moment he heard that Arthur was in distress. So he tried the only way he knew to comfort him. "Who died?" Arthur jumped and stared tearfully down at him, he hastily scrubbed his eyes with one bloodstained hand. "Merlin? How do you feel?"
Suddenly Gaius was at his blind side, Merlin felt his wrinkled old hands on his shoulder, steadying him as he struggled to sit up. Everything was cold. Merlin realized that he was struggling because his hands were still chained behind his back, he could feel the cold, clammy metal digging into his skin. "What kind of a stupid question is that?" he asked with tired, scarred smirk.
"I'd feel a lot better if I could move my hands." Arthur looked confused for a moment and then a look of realization dawned over his pale features. "Oh, I forgot. Sorry." He reached for the dagger at his hip and drew it. Merlin eyed the blade with no small amount of fear - he hadn't had very good experiences with daggers all too recently.
Arthur saw this and looked at the blade in indecision, then he reached over to Merlin and gently laid hand on his arm, a comforting gesture. "Could you turn around?" he asked awkwardly. Gaius helped the young warlock up and then turned him so that Arthur could get to the manacles. Arthur, instead of trying to cut the chains, used the end of the knife to pick into the clasp around the edge, he wiggled it for a moment or so and then Merlin gave a gasp of relief as the manacles fell from his wrists.
Merlin felt the comforting, warm, sweet rush as his magic returned to him - it felt like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long. The warlock knew that now his magic had returned, he would be able to heal a lot faster.
He smiled slightly and muttered "Thanks." Arthur nodded, but still looked troubled - as if he was about to cry. "What's up princess?" Merlin tried, as before, he was joking to try to ignore the searing pain all over his body. Gaius gently laid Merlin back down onto the table and left the room for fresh water.
"You were dying Merlin . . .it was my fault . . .you were feverous last night . . .you said some pretty scary stuff." Arthur looked thoroughly shaken and he was a shade paler than he normally was. Arthur had been concerned for him. Merlin felt a little warm ember ignite in his heart - maybe Arthur saw him as a friend, not just a bumbling manservant. "I . . .didn't realized you cared." Arthur looked up sharply at this, he looked odd, angry?
"Of coarse I care Merlin! Am I really that bad at hiding the fact that you're my friend? As that what you see me as? An uncaring ass?" Arthur looked scared. The bravest man that Merlin had ever met - looked scared. "I'm your friend?" Merlin asked incredulously. "Merlin you're more than my friend, you're much more than that." he said in a very quiet voice, that Merlin didn't quite understand. Arthur was very close to him now, his eyes burning with tears and something else that Merlin didn't quite recognise. Everything was burning.
Then it happened. Arthur leaned forward and his lips met Merlin's with a delicious heat. For a moment Merlin didn't react - he was too shocked and then suddenly Merlin found himself kissing the king back.
Hi guys! Just to warn youv all that this is NOT slash or anything like this! THIS is Merlin`s feverish imaginings - he doesnt realize whats going on and IT HASNT REALLY HAPPENED! So thanks for the reviews but please dont sign off quite yet. merlin hasnt really woken up. muhahaha.