A/N: This part is mostly in Merlin’s POV, but still kinda in third person? I dunno, bro… ALSO, let me know if you would like to be tagged! Part 4 is written, and Part 5 is in the works, so I will tag anybody who’s interested!
A/N: This part is mostly in Merlin’s POV, but still kinda in third person? I dunno, bro… ALSO, let me know if you would like to be tagged! Part 4 is written, and Part 5 is in the works, so I will tag anybody who’s interested!
Merlin sat on a chair outside his bedroom, eagerly awaiting the return of his mentor. If anyone knew what was wrong with Y/n, it’d be Gaius.
The boy’s head falls back against the wood surface of the chair with a thud.
He just wants to help you. Is that too much to ask the universe for?
A small creaking sound perks Merlin right out of his seat. His eyes fall upon Gaius who’s hardly acknowledged his apprentice’s anxiousness.
“Gaius, I need your help. Y/n’s wound started to hurt when we were walking and she passed out.”
Gaius quickly looks up with a slightly panicked expression.
“Where is she?”
Merlin nods toward his chambers, relieving the old man of his worry.
“She’s resting right now. I had to heal her with magic, it was that bad.”
Gaius purses his lips together in deep concentration. He isn’t sure if he’s ever had a patient experience tremendous amounts of pain like that after a werewolf attack, even in Y/n’s circumstances.
The physician furrows his brows and sighs, taking a look at his apprentice.
“I believe that, given time, the wound will repair itself. There will be moments where, due to the werewolf’s venom, it may cause great agony, but it will not kill her. I suggest you stay near her so you can relieve some of the pain with your magic.”
“She won’t lose her leg, will she? I mean, she’s already been through so much and-“
Gaius quickly cuts off Merlin’s rant with a firm answer.
“I don’t think we will have to resort to anything of the sort, thankfully.”
The boy exhales out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. He cares about you more than he thought was possible. Seeing you in such pain and strife makes his head reel and his heart ache. All he wishes for is your well-being.
“Thank you, Gaius,” Merlin replies with a soft voice.
Gaius merely tilts his head and gives a small smile. Love would always be a force stronger than any type of magic.
“Keep an eye on her. I will inform Uther of her condition. She will be staying fully under your watch until she has recovered,” the old man announces, trudging out the door and to the castle.
Merlin can almost cry from pure relief at this point. He knows you’ll be alright once you’ve had time to rest and heal.
His hand mindlessly reaches for the door handle, and before he knows it, the boy is poking his head through the door.
Your eyes are tightly closed, almost as if you’re having a bad dream. You thrash to the side, whimpering and unknowingly reaching for your injured leg.
Merlin is quick to be by your side, placing his hand ever so gently on the top of your forehead.
“Ith de me cah tisté,” he whispers, sending a healing spell coursing through your body.
Your face instantly relaxes and your erratic movements stop. You start breathing softly again, your chest falling up and down at a slow pace.
Merlin draws his hand away, sighing.
It is going to be a painful process, but you will get better. He will see to that promise till the very end.
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“She is resting right now, sire, I suggest coming back when she is up.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Gaius. Do send for me when she is. I wish to see how she fairs.”
You frown, waking up to the sounds of two familiar male voices coming from the main room. The first one being Gaius and the second you assume to be Uther.
You restrain yourself from jumping out of the bed and rushing to see the king. You’d missed him in the time you’d been here but you figure it better to see him later.
Upon a glance out the window, it seems to be early morning. Had you really slept almost a whole day?
Your second task at hand is to check the progress of the wound. You tug the blankets off of your lower half to find clean bandages.
“Hm,” you hum, happy to see it’s not bleeding as much.
A light creaking comes from the other room which you recognize to be the front door. It must have been Uther leaving, you assume.
It takes a bit to muster enough energy to get up, but you’ve done it after a few frustrating attempts. You’re scared to anger the cut any further, walking on it with every kind of caution.
You slowly push the door open, peeking through to see who’s in the cottage. Even trying to be quiet, Merlin and Gaius look up from where they’re at.
You wave shyly, stepping out into the open room.
The physician acknowledges your state with a grim smile to greet you. It was never like Gaius to hide his emotions when something went awry. As a doctor, he was used to breaking bad news to patients.
“I shall tell Uther you are-“
You cut the old man off with a small and quiet voice, afraid to insult him, “No, please, I need some answers before I talk to him.”
Gaius nods, interlocking his fingers together in a formal manner.
“What would you like to know, my lady?”
Your lips form a thin line as you begin to speak your question.
“Is it normal for this to happen? The pain? I’m assuming,” you peer over at Merlin, “That he’s told you of what happened.”
Gaius’ eyes bore into yours, something you’ve gotten accustomed to when being around the man. He prefers to scope people’s thoughts out by observing their tells before making an interaction.
“I believe it so. Don’t worry, I will have Merlin at your side until you are well enough. His magic can rid you of most of it.”
You feel the gravity of the situation hitting you full force. You’d gotten injured, kissed Merlin and been in extreme agony in the past couple days. The spectrum of your emotions as of now are swaying quite precariously.
You wring your hands together, processing the events fully while you speak.
“I will go see Uther now,” you inform them, holding your head high and bringing yourself to start for the door. Upon pushing it open and heading into the bright sunshine, you pause for a split second. It takes that time to reassure yourself that you will be fine long enough to see the king, and you begin your trek to the castle.
Inside of Gaius’ and Merlin’s home, the old man chuckles the smallest bit.
“Please go follow her in case anything goes wrong,” Gaius sighs, shaking his head in utter disbelief. You always had been such a stubborn girl.
Merlin nods quickly, rushing out to be your guardian angel if it is needed.
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How does this not have more notes?!
I have an obsession with this Merlin fic (message me if you want to be tagged in part 3, being posted tomorrow), sorry Spn followers, I’ll be getting back to Gabe babe when the show starts back up!
I’m bored and writing fics. Send me questions while I’m fighting writer’s block!
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Dude I’m just trying to write fics and post them. Idgaf how many notes it gets. My Merlin one? Second part has 2 notes, but I’ve written a third and am writing a fourth. As long as you like your work, you don’t need validation.
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