Chapter 3: Breath
Arthur swore under his breath. Merlin was not breathing.
That much Arthur could be certain of. The second thing was that he was losing a hell of a lot of blood. Another fact which did not please him at all. He ached to hear Merlin make a snarky remark about him being a prat right now. He wouldn't even hurt him (that much) if he sprung up and told him this was all a part of some elaborate prank with magic.
Alone in the forest with Merlin and little skills in terms of medicine, he was left to begging.
"Wake up, Merlin. Be alive."
But the servant never did what he was told.
A/N: Sorry for my evilness, who know it might be resolved in my next chapter? :)