Title: So Close That I Might See (7)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: After an accident Arthur goes to limbo, but gets one opportunity to go back and set things right.
Word Count: 600
Prompt: #325: Break/Rebuild (janesgravity)
Author's Notes: This is super short 😔
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Waking up to a dark room leaves Arthur disoriented, he doesn't even remember falling asleep. "Merlin?" He calls, his voice scratchy with sleep. No one answers, there's only silence. His back aches from the cramped position he was lying in, he stretches, cracks his knuckles almost expecting to see Merlin coming out to the kitchen to roll his eyes at him, and send him back to sleep, like the annoying nurse he's pretending to be and Arthur didn't ask for.
But the flat remains silent.
It isn't until he's in his bedroom and turns the lights on that he notices the piece of paper taped to his chest, frowning he pulls at it and brings up to his face. He chuckles, reading the message Merlin left for him.
Had to leave, your snores were torture on my eardrums, and my official working hours were over. If you wanted me to stay extra time you should offer me a rise first. Don't call me (I have a life in case you're wondering you git) unless it's a life or death situation or your head starts bothering you again. Don't do anything stupid!
Arthur shakes his head, amused, the smile on his face is hard to get rid of. He leaves the note on the bedside table. He takes his jeans off and crawls under the covers he's too tired to do anything else, his head no longer feels like it's splitting in halves, but he still feels weird, his limbs are heavy and his eyes are closing on their own accord.
He's ready to fall back sleep when he feels the mattress dip beside him.
"Are you asleep?" Elena asks, sounding tentative and almost too loud in the silence that had settled in the flat.
Arthur heaves a sigh. "Yes, I am. I thought you were gone and would give me some peace."
"I'm not leaving you alone, it's not the time yet."
"What do you mean it's not the time? It's the middle of the night and I want to sleep, if you wanted to impart some spiritual wisdom, I'm afraid now is not the time."
"Arthur, I'm being serious, your time on this earth is borrowed. You have to mend what you've broken before you can live your life as you were meant to," she says, the sadness he hears bleeding from her words freezes him.
He sits up, his eyes adjust to the darkness, her silhouette is framed by the street lights streaming in from the windows, she looks eerie. Like she isn't of this world. He swallows. "What-- what does that mean? What are you getting at?"
He feels her hand wrap around his, it's comforting, soothing. "I already told you it was a mistake you were gone so soon, but being in Purgatory wasn't. You need to make changes."
"Or? There's something you're not telling me," he says, his heart is beating so fast in his chest he's afraid it'll burst out. "Please, Elena, tell me."
"If you continue down the same road, twisting your faith, then you'll...You will come back to Purgatory."
"In a month."
All the air is punched out of him, he can't make sense of what he just heard. "But--" He laughs desperately running a hand through his hear, sleeping is no longer in his plans. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Look inside yourself, reach deep. I think you already know the answer. Listen to your heart for once," she says, before engulfing him in a hug.
He doesn't know what any of this means. He feels terribly alone.