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sacredmorgana:

Morgana couldn’t help but smile as took a seat on the end of his bed. “It’s strange not seeing you about the castle…” She admitted, looking down at the ruffled blanket and then back up Merlin. She knew what she wanted to say but somehow it wasn’t coming out just right. “I mean, I guess it’s just strange that—” She bit her bottom lip, realizing her words still weren’t just right. “I just miss having you around here, I guess.” She nodded once, tearing her eyes from him momentarily. It was true. Morgana was usually with Gwen but the servant usually disappeared after her duties, Arthur was always doing something and when they did talk it was usually a battle of words. Then there was Merlin, the kind, funny, and strangely sometimes mysterious one who she’d always see roaming about the castle doing one thing or another.

He was probably the only one Morgana really got used to having around. Finally she brought her green orbs back to him and smiled again. “How’s the wound feeling?” She asked, clearing her throat as she nodded her head at his hand. It must have been a lot deeper than she had thought it to be. Deep, too. Gaius was a wonderful physician though so Morgana knew there wasn’t too much to worry about. Merlin would be okay and that was all that really mattered.

Merlin smiled as Morgana stumbled over her words. She was such a lady of eloquence that seeing her so unsure of herself was sort of amusing to the warlock, and the fact that he was the one who rendered her speechless was doing wonders for his ego. A welcome change from Arthur’s constant attempts to pound holes into his self-confidence. “Well, thank you, I wouldn’t be adverse to getting out of this room either. If I have to listen to one more of Gaius’ lectures about the properties of honey on wounds, I might go mad.”

He sensed her discomfort and extended a hand to her, he knew it wasn’t proper, given he was just a servant, but Merlin found he didn’t really care. If anyone was going to blend the social norms of a monarchy, it was going to be Merlin. “I’m fine, really. Just dizzy.” He smiled at her, “Thank you, I would have bled out if you hadn’t been there.”

Morgana couldn’t help but giggle softly. She knew exactly what Merlin meant. When Gaius went on a rant about, well, anything, there really was no stopping him. The elder man could talk and talk to no end and while you might learn something useful, such as Morgana learning a little about first aid that she had performed on Merlin, usually it was just rambling blabber about nothing. “Are you able to leave the room?” she raised her brows with an idea in mind, “on your own, of course.” Morgana added with a small smile.

She studied his hand with her eyes, smiling in relief. She could honestly say there was no one like Merlin in Camelot. And while some people might find him strange and as Arthur would put it, useless, Morgana found the young servant exciting and mysterious. There was something about him that intrigued her and though she didn’t know what it was, she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked it. In fact it made her love being around him. Morgana took his hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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sacredmorgana:

Morgana lifted her head when she heard the door being pulled open. There was Merlin standing right in front of her and she couldn’t help but smile. It was such a relief to see him standing and able to speak on his own without her having to practically force it out of him. His voice was comforting. “You’re alright!” She nodded as if asking for confirmation. “I’m so glad to see you—I thought something terrible might have happened after Gaius treated you! All illness, infection, bloodloss—” Morgana cut herself off when she ran out of breath. She didn’t mean to sound panicky but she was worried about Merlin.

“I’m just… Glad to see you’re alright. I’ve been wanting to visit but every time I’d come Gaius would shoo me out.” She said followed by a nervous shrug. Morgana didn’t want Merlin to think she had completely forgot about him and abandoned the entire issue at hand. No, he meant far too much to her for that to happen. She had grown quite attached to the young servant though she didn’t understand why yet. It suddenly dawned on her that Merlin, as well as he looked compared to the last time she had seen him, did seem quite weak. Maybe he wasn’t as better as Morgana had thought?

Merlin grinned and lifted his hands, “Woah, woah, calm down. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” He stepped aside - wobbling slightly - and motioned for her to enter with his chin. Truth be told, the only people he had wanted to visit him were Arthur and Morgana, and while Arthur had stopped by to let Merlin know he didn’t have to give him a few days off - it was out of the kindness of his heart that he was - so he better rest and get back to work as soon as possible. Which, Merlin knew, was as close to an “I’m glad you’re alright” as he was going to get from Arthur.

Morgana, however, hadn’t been as…forceful as Arthur, and had apparently had a harder time getting passed Gaius. It was a disappointment to him each time the door opened and it just Gaius with another foul tasting potion to help him regain strength.

“I told you I was fine, nothing to worry about!” He grinned, happy it was actually her this time. “Sit down, bit of blood loss shouldn’t take away my hospitality.”

Morgana couldn’t help but smile as took a seat on the end of his bed. “It’s strange not seeing you about the castle…” She admitted, looking down at the ruffled blanket and then back up Merlin. She knew what she wanted to say but somehow it wasn’t coming out just right. “I mean, I guess it’s just strange that—” She bit her bottom lip, realizing her words still weren’t just right. “I just miss having you around here, I guess.” She nodded once, tearing her eyes from him momentarily. It was true. Morgana was usually with Gwen but the servant usually disappeared after her duties, Arthur was always doing something and when they did talk it was usually a battle of words. Then there was Merlin, the kind, funny, and strangely sometimes mysterious one who she’d always see roaming about the castle doing one thing or another.

He was probably the only one Morgana really got used to having around. Finally she brought her green orbs back to him and smiled again. “How’s the wound feeling?” She asked, clearing her throat as she nodded her head at his hand. It must have been a lot deeper than she had thought it to be. Deep, too. Gaius was a wonderful physician though so Morgana knew there wasn’t too much to worry about. Merlin would be okay and that was all that really mattered.

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sacredmorgana:

Ever since Gaius had taken over Merlin’s treatment and sent Morgana away, she hadn’t had a chance to see how the young servant was doing. Every time she went to the physicians corridors, Gaius would always hurry her out claiming that Merlin was either sleeping or needing his rest. Morgana knew this was a crucial part of healing but it was been some time since Merlin’s accident. She had seen Gaius go out into town only a few moments ago and took this as her queue to make sure he was doing okay. She turned herself from the window and hurried out of her chambers, down the stone steps and took the quickest path to where she knew Merlin would be. To her knowledge, he hadn’t returned to work yet so this was her best bet. Without knocking, Morgana opened the large wooden door, closing it behind her and then heading to the second where she knew she’d find Merlin.

Placing a few careful knocks on the door, Morgana whispered, “Merlin?” Hopefully she wasn’t disturbing him but she couldn’t deny that she was worried. “It’s me.” She told him through the wood, hoping he could tell by the sound of her voice that it was Morgana. She took a step back, putting a space between the door and her. She really hoped he was well enough to get out of bed. Maybe his strength had returned?

Merlin was getting bored. He’d been unconscious for the better part of two days, and then two more after he was too incoherent to be considered “with the world of the living” - and he doesn’t want to think about what he babbled to Gaius during that time. Once he was able to both comprehend and retort to his guardian, Gaius had him on firm bed rest. Which left the routy warlock drowning in his own boredom.

As bored as he was - and how desperately he wanted to get up and…dare he say it? Get back to work - he hated how tired he still was. He’d done nothing but play with light orbs on his fingertips and sleep for almost a fortnight. He shouldn’t still feel like he could sleep for another week.

Stubborn as always, Merlin blinked the sleep from his eyes and stood. His legs wobbled at first, but he caught himself before a near demise. As if on cue, he heard a soft knock on the door and he had a guess who it was just by the gentle rapping, her voice was a dead give away, though, and he smiled. He had been hoping Morgana would come, not that he’d openly admit it - Arthur would have his head. He shuffled over to the door and opened it, “Fancy meeting you here.”

Morgana lifted her head when she heard the door being pulled open. There was Merlin standing right in front of her and she couldn’t help but smile. It was such a relief to see him standing and able to speak on his own without her having to practically force it out of him. His voice was comforting. “You’re alright!” She nodded as if asking for confirmation. “I’m so glad to see you—I thought something terrible might have happened after Gaius treated you! All illness, infection, bloodloss—” Morgana cut herself off when she ran out of breath. She didn’t mean to sound panicky but she was worried about Merlin.

“I’m just… Glad to see you’re alright. I’ve been wanting to visit but every time I’d come Gaius would shoo me out.” She said followed by a nervous shrug. Morgana didn’t want Merlin to think she had completely forgot about him and abandoned the entire issue at hand. No, he meant far too much to her for that to happen. She had grown quite attached to the young servant though she didn’t understand why yet. It suddenly dawned on her that Merlin, as well as he looked compared to the last time she had seen him, did seem quite weak. Maybe he wasn’t as better as Morgana had thought?