Title: The Healer
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Round Table knights
Summary: Merlin shows some unexpected skill when a knight is wounded.
Word Count: 535
Prompt: # 229, Learning
Author's Notes: Enjoy! :)
Up until this moment, it had been a routine patrol with Arthur and the Round Table knights. Bandits appeared from nowhere, and attacked with a roar. Merlin, as usual, fell back from the melee and ducked behind a tree to subtly work his magic as needed.
And boy, was it needed. He pushed a bandit away from Arthur there, tripped another there. He thought he was following the battle pretty well until a cry went up from Leon. The senior knight had received a slash to the arm. It bled, but he continued fighting while Merlin watched in amazement. Leon took down the bandit who’d hurt him then turned and faced another.
After what seemed like an hour, few bandits remained on their feet, and those that had were currently running away at speed. Arthur quickly decided not to pursue them and turned his attention to Leon. “Merlin!” he called, and the servant hastened from behind the tree. “Take a look at his wound.”
Merlin took a cursory look then said to Leon, “You should sit. It’s bleeding heavily.” Leon did so and Merlin sat in front of him. “I’ll need my pack and some water.”
Gwaine handed him his water skin. Lancelot didn’t hesitate at the almost-order and ran to fetch Merlin’s bag from his horse. Merlin ripped the bottom of his shirt to use for a rag to clean the wound. It was deep enough that he’d have to sew it shut. He opened his bag and fished out a needle and thread to begin his work.
He asked Percival to help him hold the wound’s edges together. The big man complied and Merlin started sewing in small, even stitches. Arthur watched in amazement; when had Merlin had time to learn to do this, and so calmly? He knew he ran his servant ragged from dusk til dawn and thus had little time for himself.
Merlin continued his methodical sewing while the others watched. At the end, he tired it off neatly then reached for his bag again. He pulled out a jar of green-colored cream and scooped some out to slather over Leon’s wound. When he finished that, he pulled a length of white cloth from his bag and wrapped it around the wounded arm. Soon it was covered and tied off. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Feels pretty good,” Leon replied, moving the arms around.
“Good.” Merlin stood and reached a hand down to the knight, who took it so Merlin could pull him up. Merlin then picked up his bag and cinched it closed. “Well?” he directed at Arthur.
“All right, let’s get home then,” the Prince replied.
The knights and Merlin mounted their horses then headed off toward Camelot. Merlin rode next to Arthur, who asked him, “When did you have time to learn all that?”
Merlin raised a brow in a Gaius-like look. “I have been apprenticed to the court physician for about five years, you know.”
“But you hardly have any free time. I should know.”
“Well I put what little I have to good use.” He grinned at Arthur, who just shook his head.
“You’ve got me there.”
They rode on and eventually reached Camelot.