Author: 
rottencreampuff
Title: New Beginnings
Rating: G
Pairing/s: pre Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwen, Morgana, Arthur
Summary: Merlin wakes up in the hospital and realizes how much he has missed in his life.
Warnings: Brief mentionings of abuse
Word Count: 1,074
Prompt: New Year
Author's Notes: Well, this looks to be the end of my Merlin/Mordred Abuse verse! I hope you guys enjoy this! Apologies for going slightly over the word count...I don't expect for that to happen anymore for a while, heheh
Here are the links to the other drabbles in this verse:
Something New ; Misguided Love ; Somewhat of An Understanding ; These Days Can't Get Any Longer... ; Freedom
The television hummed a groovy show tune as celebrities danced on a stage in Time's Square of New York while lip syncing to the music. Merlin slowly became aware of the noise in the room, along with the soft drone of machines beeping behind him. He blinked--his eyes were still full of sleep and he wanted to stretch, however, he was stiff from laying in the bed so long.
Wait...this bed...it's not familiar. Where was he, anyways?
Merlin took a look around, his eyes darting around the room as he took in the space around him: there was a curtain pulled on one side, keeping him blind of whoever else might be in the room with him. The door was cracked open, and the room was fairly dark, except for the brown florescent lamp that stood on a small end table beside the bed, lighting the room up dimly. Merlin saw that there were large windows to his right, and the blinds pulled open to reveal the brightly lit city below. He then saw a silhouetted figure leaning against the window sill, looking down at the view that the windows provided.
Who was that person? They had long hair...curvy...does he even know them?
Merlin's head felt cloudy...he was confused as to where he was, who the person was...heck, he was confused as to who he was. He took a deep breath and tried to sit up, with no success. Merlin looked down and noticed that there was an IV digging into his arm--since when was that there? Are there wires on his chest? There was also something in his nose that provided him with clean oxygen--what was it? Gee, it had taken him a while to notice that he had so many things hooked up to him...and they were so uncomfortable.
Suddenly the person turned around. Merlin blinked. The person revealed themselves to be a woman with lovely green eyes and jet black hair that fell down past her shoulders. She looked shocked, and then he face melted into a pure look of relief. A smile spread across her face, all nice and toothy.
"Merlin! You're awake!" Her voice sounded nice, too...who was she?
Merlin wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried once more, his voice coming out cracked and hoarse, "Why'm I here?" He licked his chapped lips--talking was also uncomfortable.
"Merlin, it's Morgana. Your sister?"
Merlin's eyes widened, suddenly remembering who this woman was. His sister. The one who kicked him out of his house for being a brooding nobody...then he came into acquaintance with...Mordred. No. He doesn't want to think about that. Many memories and facts about his life and about everybody else suddenly flooded back into his mind. Merlin cringed.
Morgana reached out her hand and quickly brushed it over his hair, which was badly cow-licked, "I'm so happy you're awake," She said, sincere.
It was a while before Merlin spoke again, "Wha'...what day ist?" His words were mumbled and he was sure that Morgana would have had trouble guessing what he was saying.
Morgana smiled again, "It's New Years day. Not quite midnight anymore...you're just watching the celebration happening down in America...it's actually, ah, five am."
Merlin furrowed his brow, "Why're you here this early in th'morning?"
"Leon and I decided to come visit you in the middle of a New Years party. I just felt like you needed somebody there with you to count down to midnight."
"...thanks."
Morgana patted Merlin's shoulder, "Why don't you go back to sleep, now? I'll explain everything to you later."
Merlin wasn't tired. He wasn't even sure how long he had been asleep. Even with all of that said, Merlin found himself sinking back into the comfort of sleep immediately after closing his eyes.
****
The car ride to Guinevere's house was filled with chatter as Gwen informed him about many facts about why he was in the hospital. Morgana would have told him but she had to get to work, leaving him with a kiss on the forehead and an apology, "I am so sorry, Merlin. I wish I had known what was happening to you." She seemed so guilt ridden in that moment.
Apparently Merlin had been knocked into a coma.
When the cops came to arrest Mordred, Mordred had exploded and knocked Merlin into the sharp edge of a table, only blacking out after Mordred threw a wine glass at him. He had been pulled out by the police, and an ambulance was called. Merlin was gravely injured at the time, from previous beatings and then from being thrown against the table--his forehead was cut open.
Merlin was told that he was in a coma for a month and a half. He had missed Christmas. He even missed Thanksgiving. Why was he even in a coma for that long? It doesn't even seem like Mordred beat him that bad...or had Merlin gotten used to it?
He shivered. He didn't want to think of that. He was heading into a new era of his life now. There would be new beginnings. He could get a job, and until he could afford his own apartment, Guinevere said that Merlin could stay over her house. Morgana wanted him to be at her house, however, Merlin knew that she had a busy life and wouldn't be able to support him. Either way, Gwen had said that this was no trouble for her.
Merlin took a comfort in Gwen. She was sweet and caring...Merlin had no trouble talking to her when she asked him questions about his life with Mordred. After all, she did work for the Abuse Hotline, and he imagined that she would have to file this in against Mordred.
Merlin looked out of the window of the car, watching the trees pass by. He wondered how much better his life would be. He had forgotten the good times.
****
The phone was gripped tightly into Merlin's hand. How should he greet this man? Morgana had reminded him of her friend who still needed an assistant to help him keep things organized in his business...it seemed like an easy job to do for a while.
It was now or never.
Merlin punched the numbers into the phone, numbers that Morgana had given him. Soon he was waiting for the receiver to pick up.
"Hello, this is Arthur Pendragon, head of Pendragon and Company. How can I help you?"
rottencreampuffTitle: New Beginnings
Rating: G
Pairing/s: pre Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwen, Morgana, Arthur
Summary: Merlin wakes up in the hospital and realizes how much he has missed in his life.
Warnings: Brief mentionings of abuse
Word Count: 1,074
Prompt: New Year
Author's Notes: Well, this looks to be the end of my Merlin/Mordred Abuse verse! I hope you guys enjoy this! Apologies for going slightly over the word count...I don't expect for that to happen anymore for a while, heheh
Here are the links to the other drabbles in this verse:
Something New ; Misguided Love ; Somewhat of An Understanding ; These Days Can't Get Any Longer... ; Freedom
The television hummed a groovy show tune as celebrities danced on a stage in Time's Square of New York while lip syncing to the music. Merlin slowly became aware of the noise in the room, along with the soft drone of machines beeping behind him. He blinked--his eyes were still full of sleep and he wanted to stretch, however, he was stiff from laying in the bed so long.
Wait...this bed...it's not familiar. Where was he, anyways?
Merlin took a look around, his eyes darting around the room as he took in the space around him: there was a curtain pulled on one side, keeping him blind of whoever else might be in the room with him. The door was cracked open, and the room was fairly dark, except for the brown florescent lamp that stood on a small end table beside the bed, lighting the room up dimly. Merlin saw that there were large windows to his right, and the blinds pulled open to reveal the brightly lit city below. He then saw a silhouetted figure leaning against the window sill, looking down at the view that the windows provided.
Who was that person? They had long hair...curvy...does he even know them?
Merlin's head felt cloudy...he was confused as to where he was, who the person was...heck, he was confused as to who he was. He took a deep breath and tried to sit up, with no success. Merlin looked down and noticed that there was an IV digging into his arm--since when was that there? Are there wires on his chest? There was also something in his nose that provided him with clean oxygen--what was it? Gee, it had taken him a while to notice that he had so many things hooked up to him...and they were so uncomfortable.
Suddenly the person turned around. Merlin blinked. The person revealed themselves to be a woman with lovely green eyes and jet black hair that fell down past her shoulders. She looked shocked, and then he face melted into a pure look of relief. A smile spread across her face, all nice and toothy.
"Merlin! You're awake!" Her voice sounded nice, too...who was she?
Merlin wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried once more, his voice coming out cracked and hoarse, "Why'm I here?" He licked his chapped lips--talking was also uncomfortable.
"Merlin, it's Morgana. Your sister?"
Merlin's eyes widened, suddenly remembering who this woman was. His sister. The one who kicked him out of his house for being a brooding nobody...then he came into acquaintance with...Mordred. No. He doesn't want to think about that. Many memories and facts about his life and about everybody else suddenly flooded back into his mind. Merlin cringed.
Morgana reached out her hand and quickly brushed it over his hair, which was badly cow-licked, "I'm so happy you're awake," She said, sincere.
It was a while before Merlin spoke again, "Wha'...what day ist?" His words were mumbled and he was sure that Morgana would have had trouble guessing what he was saying.
Morgana smiled again, "It's New Years day. Not quite midnight anymore...you're just watching the celebration happening down in America...it's actually, ah, five am."
Merlin furrowed his brow, "Why're you here this early in th'morning?"
"Leon and I decided to come visit you in the middle of a New Years party. I just felt like you needed somebody there with you to count down to midnight."
"...thanks."
Morgana patted Merlin's shoulder, "Why don't you go back to sleep, now? I'll explain everything to you later."
Merlin wasn't tired. He wasn't even sure how long he had been asleep. Even with all of that said, Merlin found himself sinking back into the comfort of sleep immediately after closing his eyes.
****
The car ride to Guinevere's house was filled with chatter as Gwen informed him about many facts about why he was in the hospital. Morgana would have told him but she had to get to work, leaving him with a kiss on the forehead and an apology, "I am so sorry, Merlin. I wish I had known what was happening to you." She seemed so guilt ridden in that moment.
Apparently Merlin had been knocked into a coma.
When the cops came to arrest Mordred, Mordred had exploded and knocked Merlin into the sharp edge of a table, only blacking out after Mordred threw a wine glass at him. He had been pulled out by the police, and an ambulance was called. Merlin was gravely injured at the time, from previous beatings and then from being thrown against the table--his forehead was cut open.
Merlin was told that he was in a coma for a month and a half. He had missed Christmas. He even missed Thanksgiving. Why was he even in a coma for that long? It doesn't even seem like Mordred beat him that bad...or had Merlin gotten used to it?
He shivered. He didn't want to think of that. He was heading into a new era of his life now. There would be new beginnings. He could get a job, and until he could afford his own apartment, Guinevere said that Merlin could stay over her house. Morgana wanted him to be at her house, however, Merlin knew that she had a busy life and wouldn't be able to support him. Either way, Gwen had said that this was no trouble for her.
Merlin took a comfort in Gwen. She was sweet and caring...Merlin had no trouble talking to her when she asked him questions about his life with Mordred. After all, she did work for the Abuse Hotline, and he imagined that she would have to file this in against Mordred.
Merlin looked out of the window of the car, watching the trees pass by. He wondered how much better his life would be. He had forgotten the good times.
****
The phone was gripped tightly into Merlin's hand. How should he greet this man? Morgana had reminded him of her friend who still needed an assistant to help him keep things organized in his business...it seemed like an easy job to do for a while.
It was now or never.
Merlin punched the numbers into the phone, numbers that Morgana had given him. Soon he was waiting for the receiver to pick up.
"Hello, this is Arthur Pendragon, head of Pendragon and Company. How can I help you?"
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