Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin takes care of an injured Arthur.
Word Count: 545
Prompt: 322, Pity, Cope, Bleed
Author's Notes: :)
The sounds of battle faded as Merlin ran as fast as he could away from it while heavily supporting Arthur. The Prince had been injured, but not heavily. Merlin needed to find somewhere to hide with him so he could assess the damage. The knights could take care of themselves.
Merlin waited until he could no longer hear the battle, and even then he ran for a few more minutes until he found a small cave. He pulled Arthur inside and settled him against a rock. He ducked outside again to gather wood for a fire then went back inside to start it.
After a few minutes, Merlin got up to check on Arthur. Just as he touched him, the Prince flinched and opened his eyes. Merlin sat next to him and waited for the barrage of questions to start.
“Where are we? What happened? Where are the knights?” Arthur asked.
“We’re in a cave, you’re injured, and the knights have hopefully defeated those bandits by now,” Merlin replied.
“Why do you insist on taking me away from the battle?”
“Because you insist on passing out during battle! What am I supposed to do—leave you to be killed?”
Arthur made a noncommittal sound and stared off into the fire. “I don’t need your pity.”
“Well, you need my something, because you’d be dead without my help.”
“I would have coped somehow.”
“I beg to differ. Now let me look at you.”
Merlin examined Arthur from his head down, and found a bump on the back of his head and a sword slash on his left arm. “Looks like I need to clean this. It’s bleeding.”
Merlin tore off the bottom of his tunic and upended his waterskin over it. He carefully dabbed at Arthur’s wound then ripped off another piece of his tunic to wrap around the wound. He tied it off and inspected his work. “There, that should do it.”
Arthur looked outside to the darkening. “We should probably wait out the night here.”
“Good idea. Then in the morning we can strike out for Camelot.”
“It shouldn’t be more than a day’s walk.”
Merlin nodded. “We’ll have to be careful of your head. You could have a concussion.”
“I doubt it. I’d be woozy when I stood.” Arthur made to stand, but almost immediately sat back down. “Whoa. You may have something there.”
“I was afraid of that. Stay right there and rest. You should be a bit better in the morning.”
“I don’t suppose you have any food, Merlin?”
“Actually, I have a little bread and cheese.” He dug around in his pack. “Here.” He handed what he had to Arthur.
“You don’t have any for yourself?”
“I’m not the one who needs sustenance right now. Eat and then we’ll t urn in for the night.”
“Thank you, Merlin.” Arthur bit into the bread.
“Wow, a thank you! I’m impressed, Arthur. I think that’s the first time you’ve thanked me.”
“Don’t know why I haven’t before. You must be rubbing off on me.”
“I guess so. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”
“You do that.”
Arthur finished eating and they both got as comfortable as they could for the night. “Goodnight, Arthur.”