It had been a few days, a few days that Arthur had been harboring an insane man. At least Merlin hadn't passed out anymore, he just sat in bed, in Arthur's bed, looking half dead and when he wasn't doing that, he was trying to implore a life Arthur never had on him. He told him of people named Uther and Gaius and a person called a Druid, named Mordred. Arthur was sure Merlin had read all of this in a book somewhere and then went loopy in the head and figured what the hell…let's go find King Arthur. That had to be it; things like this don't just happen.

Arthur sighed, slipping on his shoes, he petted Mr. Noodles' head, before leaving a note saying Arthur had to go to class and he would be back soon. He headed out then, not sure he should really be leaving, when he came back, would he still have possessions? Though, Arthur was pretty sure Merlin wouldn't steal his stuff and was almost sure Merlin would still be there when he got back. He drove to his Speech class; he had liked this class so much. But today, he just couldn't get into it, not even when his teacher told him she loved his power point. He couldn't wait for it to end and when it did, he bolted.

Driving home, Arthur stopped by his favorite burger joint and ordered himself and Merlin lunch. He didn't want to admit it, but he was quite worried about Merlin's intake of food, he hadn't seen him truly eat anything the whole time he had been in Arthur's house and when Arthur did make him food, he just said he wasn't hungry. Maybe he didn't like Arthur's cooking, it was just plan, Arthur was only twenty five, cooking wasn't his best interest. But still, he could manage and found it rather rude and unsettling that Merlin refused to eat.

"No one can refuse these burgers," Arthur told himself, as he parked the car in the driveway. He headed in the house then, but right away was alarmed by the fact that Mr. Noodles wasn't there to great him. Oh my god, he stole my cat and left! He thought as Arthur walked in, but the thought was crushed by the scene in front of him.

Merlin lie on the floor, blood forming in a pool around his head, Mr. Noodles sitting on his chest, protectively. The kitchen was a mess; broken plates and bowls all over the floor, the cupboards all blown open, like the dishes had all flew out at their own accord. Chairs were turned over; the table had been pushed, as if hastily, against the wall. Arthur took in a gulp of breath, he shouldn't have left. He walked forward, slowly, scared, what if Merlin was dead? With that much blood, he had to be. Arthur leaned down, placing a hand on the man's neck, he had a pulse, and Arthur sighed in relief. So, he wasn't dead, but he was still hurt.

Mr. Noodles hissed when Arthur tired to pull him off the bleeding man, Arthur then picked him up instead, and carried him to the sofa, dropping him there. But as he reached Merlin again the cat was already next to him, Arthur rolled his eyes, glaring at his cat. Noodles never got this chummy with anyone so fast, not even Arthur when Pepper first gave him to him. Maybe he could tell Merlin was unwell, maybe like Arthur, he just didn't know what to do and just wanted to help him.

"Noods, get out of here!" Arthur shooed him, trying to push the cat out of the way, so he could lift Merlin. Mr. Noodles seemed to get the message and moved over. Arthur then lifted Merlin easily, as if he were a very over grown baby, his guy really needed to eat. He carried him to the bed, blood dripping on the floor from Merlin's head, as they went. What the hell even hit him that hard? Or…Arthur's eyes widened at the thought, did he do this to himself?

He tried not to think about how Merlin had gotten hurt as he got the first aid-kit from under the bathroom sink and sat on the corner of the bed, dabbing the blood away with a warm, wet rag. It didn't look like an overly deep cut, but Arthur wasn't any doctor. He put an extra sized Band-Aid on the cut then, after putting some ointment on it. He looked over his work and at Merlin's pale face.

"Please don't die in my bed…or at all, if you could."

Merlin jerked, as if Arthur's voice woke him. His eyes, a bit crossed, opened, looking up at Arthur extremely confused. He glanced around, like he didn't know where he was and Arthur feared amnesia for a second or two.

"Arthur…" he trailed off then and Arthur sighed, well, he remembered him. He tried to jump up, but Arthur pushed him back into the bed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Arthur..I just…your letter."

"I said I would be back as soon as I could."

"It was just…" tears welled in Merlin's eyes and Arthur sighed, so we were back to the crying now? Arthur tired to ignore it.

"I brought you lunch" he told him, skirting out of the room and away from Merlin's tears, as fast as he could, to go grab the burgers he may have dropped , upon seeing Merlin half dying on the floor. He noticed all the blood when he arrived in the kitchen and cringed, that would have to be cleaned up. After he retrieved the bag of food, he returned to the room to see Mr. Noodles sitting on Merlin's chest once again, batting at the man's nose with his paw. Arthur smiled, in spite of himself.

"He likes you," Arthur told him, as he moved further into the room and set the bag on the nightstand. He grabbed his computer chair and swiveled it over to the bed, sitting before getting in the bag. He handed one burger to Merlin, who took it gently, petting the cat with the other hand. Arthur wasted no time in digging into his burger, he was starved, this had been quite the last few days, and Arthur needed a good burger to get his head on straight. And maybe a beer too, but he thought he had better wait until Merlin was better. Half way through his burger Arthur noticed Merlin hadn't even touched his.

"It's good, try it."

"There's no point in eating" Merlin told him, quietly, leaning his head, which must hurt terribly, against the pillow. "I've gone for years with only eating once a month and was fine."

"That's not healthy."

"It doesn't' matter."

"Don't you have any family?" Arthur asked. "What would they say if they found out you weren't eating?"

"Everyone I ever loved is dead, well…not you, not anymore, but you don't even remember me, " Merlin let out a dark laugh and looked back up at the ceiling. "And now I've gone and messed everything up again. I was always an idiot when it came to you, but this…wow; it's gotten worse over the years. I've lost practice."

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused. He often felt confused talking to this man, but then again, the man was confused, so he took it in stride.

"I kissed you, didn't I?" Merlin barked. "I kissed you and I just told you I loved you, this is great, when you do remember, you're going to hate me."

"I'm not the king, Merlin," Arthur told him, sadly. "But if I were, I would never hate you."

"Please, you think I'm crazy, you're just telling me what I want to hear."

"If I hated you, I would have called the police the first night, but I didn't…and I don't hate you."

"Not yet," Merlin huffed. "You haven't remembered yet. You don't know how horrible I am yet, all the terrible things I've done just to keep you alive, or to get you back."

"I'm sure, whatever you did-"

"It doesn't matter now," Merlin told him, shaking his head. Arthur looked down at the burger lying on Merlin's chest, right next to Noodles.

"If you want to do anything for me, you'll eat that burger," Arthur said, pointing to the package. "You're too thin, Merlin, I'm worried what it will do to your health."

"I've always been thin," Merlin muttered. "You'd make fun of me for it."

"Well, I don't think it is very funny now."

(A/N: Hello everyone! ;) anyone want to guess why the letter freaked Merlin out? If you do take a guess, you will find out why later in the story. Sorry, these last few chapters have been pretty short, but the next one shall be longer. Comment and such!)