Merlin (gen)
This was the most profoundly unpleasant thing he’d ever experienced.
He couldn’t call for help (where the hell was Merlin?), so he made his own way to the apothecary.
“Gaius?”
There was no answer, but he heard a clang and a rattle and some cursing coming from Merlin’s room and stalked over angrily.
Correction: this was the most profoundly unpleasant thing he’d ever experienced. Merlin stood in the centre of his room (hovel, more like), stark naked, limp pair of trousers in hand.
“I was sleeping,” Merlin almost yelled.
“I have a fever,” Arthur responded before collapsing in the doorway.