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Guinevere ([info]futurequeen) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-11-29 19:17:00

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Entry tags:arthur pendragon, guinevere, merlin, morgana

Who: Gwen, Arthur, open to other Merlin characters.
Where: Hospital
When: Early Afternoon
What: Bad News
Rating: PG (Though this may be a sensitive subject)
Status: Incomplete

Gwen sat staring at the white wall opposite, her PDA lying on her leg. The chatter of the hospital was fading behind her and she really didn't want to pay much attention to them anyway. Occasionally she would get a sympathetic smile through the door and she was half tempted to move and slam it shut. But at least with it open Arthur would know this was where she was immediately. She probably should have told him earlier, but she was swept up on all the medical aspects of this that she found it difficult to get a moment to contact him.

She sighed and dropped her eyes to the covers over her, bringing a hand to the cotton white blanket on top and playing with a loose thread. She wished Gaius was here for some reason, even if it was just for the comfort of a physician she knew and trusted a little bit more than the ones here. Slowly, she moved the PDA to the little table beside her, knowing Arthur was on his way, before turning her head to face the window.


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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-11-30 05:32 am UTC (link)
"I don't even know what's wrong, Guinevere." Arthur tangled his fingers in her hair, not enough to hurt her, or even put more than the barest pressure, but to tell her to open her eyes and speak to him. "How am I supposed to believe you when you won't tell me what happened?"

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[info]futurequeen
2009-11-30 05:34 am UTC (link)
She could tell what he wanted her to do and it was hard to do so. But she owed it to him, had to do as he asked. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"It's...it's the baby."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-11-30 05:43 am UTC (link)
Arthur's heart slammed down into the acid of his stomach as he searched her face for what that meant. He wasn't naive. He'd lived long enough to know not everything in life went the way it was meant to, but this was unnecessarily cruel to Guinevere, who had truly lost more than any of them could say she rightfully ought to have.

And from her reluctance and ashen features, he knew, just knew without having to ask again, what that meant.

"It is not your fault."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-11-30 05:46 am UTC (link)
"Is it not?"

She found it difficult to believe that. She hadn't physically knocked the baby, she had been so careful. They had explained to her that it was common, just the way things happened, but that didn't stop her blaming herself.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-11-30 05:49 am UTC (link)
Arthur leaned over her, pressing his forehead to hers. To give her something to think about, because he was at a loss on how to act. His voice was rough and tense when he next spoke. "No."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-11-30 05:53 am UTC (link)
Gwen's eyes closed as he got closer, not able to look him in the eye that close. She wished she thought like him, thought that it wasn't her fault, but she couldn't get the thought out of her head.

"I'm so sorry."

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