A miraculous recovery
Merlin released his magic with a shout of relief. It had been begging to be let out to help him, to heal him for so long and now that he found that his hands were somehow unbound, it was only to eager to work on his battered body. The cool blue light engulfed him, making his skin smooth once more where there had once been bruises. He felt his swollen, broken ankle heal as the bone cracked back into place, he felt it swirling around his punctured leg, stitching the flesh back together, burning out the infection.
The young warlock then directed his magic to the gaping stab wound in his chest, he yelled out in pain as the pure power seared his open wound. There was a sickening smell of burning flesh as the lacerated flesh was first cauterised, then knitted back together. Gods! this was taking all he had. Now came the really tricky part - the part that Merlin doubted would actually work. He reached through the bright blue blaze and opened up the jar with his eye in it. The awful smelling liquid it had been floating in had stopped It from decomposing, but Merlin was still unsure.
He took the eye in his glowing blue hand and pressed in into the empty socket. Merlin screamed with all hells fury, as his magic burned around the scarred flesh. He felt the nerves and connections reseal themselves, searing with the pure shock of being together again. He blinked in surprise as he could suddenly see out of both eyes - he could see again. It had never felt so good to be able to see his mentor again as the elderly physician stood, watching Merlin in shock and awe.
Merlin's magic then began to recede, leaving him feeling empty and very, very weak. The boy slumped back onto the bed, utterly exhausted, he closed his eyes in relief - he had done it. A relieved smile plastered itself all over his face - he had healed himself. But then all of that relief and happiness and finally not being in unbearable pain vanished with three words - spoken by one prat. "You have magic?!"
I'm saying nothing - simply. Muhahaha.