King Arthur is (aroyalprat) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-09-27 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *cindy, *michelle, *rachel, arthur pendragon, guinevere pendragon, merlin |
ARTHUR, GUINEVERE AND MERLIN
JUNE 10th
HOSPITAL
PG - MENTIONS OF ALMOST DYING.
COMPLETE |
Arthur felt fuzzy, and almost like he was floating. But, that was crazy. And, his eyes felt heavy, and he almost didn't want to open them. But, he could hear the oddest of noises. A beeping. A very steady beeping. And, a lot of discomfort he couldn't place. And then, the memories flooded back in. Merlin was a warlock, and Arthur had been dying. All reluctance to open his eyes left him then, and they sprung open in a panic. "Merlin?" He'd tried to call out, but his mouth was dry. And, try as he might, he could only croak out something that barely resembled that word, as he took in his surroundings. The contraptions surrounding him were like nothing he had ever seen before. And, he could barely move, his limbs felt sluggish. As did his mind. And, as he began to panic at his situation, the beeping sound got faster. The next thing he knew, a firm hand was pushing him back down onto the strangely soft bed. And a kind but gruff voice was telling him to calm down. That they were trying to save him, as someone fiddled with some kind of tubing that was attached to him. And, he soon found himself drifting back to sleep. When he next awoke, he had no recollection of the previous moments. However, his mind was clearer as he took in his surroundings. The sounds of people moving around in the building. The unnaturally white sheets, walls everything. It all seemed suspiciously clean. In a way he had never seen before. And, something was stuck in his arm. Frowning, he looked down at it and ripped it out. Wincing at the noise that seemed to emanate from whatever that had been attached to. Some form of magical device he assumed. However, his self-preservation looked around for something he could use to defend himself. Yet, as soon as he started moving he doubled over in pain. The wound in his side that had almost been forgotten making itself known. It was as he was gritting his teeth, and trying to will himself through the pain that he heard the door open. And familiar voice say his name. ---- Gwen was slowly starting to settle in. Everything was so new and strange that she really wasn’t sure on how to handle every situation, but she had always been good at figuring out new situations and how to work within them. She had no issue with no longer having her title pointed out, she wasn’t exactly born into it so it didn’t bother her, but everything else was so different. New things, technology, clothing. She still liked to wear the clothing she had from home, but did not dress in her formal dresses as often. Mostly she wore the trousers and blouse combination she had on hand for the rougher of situations. She was wandering, trying to continue her awareness of her surroundings, when she received a message. One that she had longed to hear a few weeks ago, which had never come. Arthur was here? Here and injured? It took her no time at all, even in her shock, to make her way to where her husband was said to be. She couldn’t quite believe it until she saw him. She had to hold him, hear him and know that she wasn’t dreaming. She had spent the weeks after his death trying to mourn in private, the only place she could, and now all those tears were renewed at the thought of her husband being alive and here with her. Gwen ran faster than she had ever ran before and soon found the room where he was. It took her a second, her breath catching in her throat as she saw that unmistakable man in the bed. “Arthur…” she breathed out, feeling her tears running down her face at a slower pace as she tried to compose herself. ---- Arthur looked up at his wife anxiously. Needing to see that she was safe, and well before visibly relaxing. If Guinevere was safe here, he suspected he was as well. Even though the tears in her eyes worried him, he was pretty sure he knew the cause. The reason he was in this bed. “It’s that bad, huh?” He asked, chuckling slightly before wincing in pain again. “Where are we? Where’s Merlin?” --- When Merlin saw Arthur's name on the list of arrivals he was grateful. Arthur had been here once before but Merlin had wished more than anything that he stayed. Gwen's arrival did make missing home a lot easier. Though Merlin would never return home, at least by his own decision. That was a world without his best friend. "Right here," Merlin answered, popping through the door with a smile on his face. Merlin was happy to see Arthur returned to Atlantis. Between magic and science he fully believed Arthur would be fine. He had to be. He knew he had to be from the battle of of Camlann after Mordred wounds him. However Merlin did not know if he knew the truth about his servant just yet. "We're in a place called Atlantis. It's going to be a bit confusing at first. -- Gwen had no chance to answer her husband’s question as Merlin entered soon after it. She was rather glad to see her friend, the comfort his support gave, but of course she still wasn’t quite sure how to act around him given her recent discovery and his lack of presence in Camelot. But then again, she also knew her friend often needed time on his own after such challenging things. She stayed where she was for a moment, letting Merlin’s words take away Arthur’s eyes from her so she could finally compose herself properly. Once she felt that she looked far calmer, though she certainly did not feel it, she walked closer to gently sit on the edge of the bed and placed her hand over her husband’s. “Merlin is right. It is certainly a confusing place, but the people are friendly enough and they will help you adjust. As will we both.” Then again, she had to hope that something in this modern world would keep him safe. She still wasn’t quite sure that he was safe and she knew it was going to take some time for her mind to stop worrying. --- Arthur’s eyes had flicked to Merlin’s presence as soon as he popped through the door. He’d learnt so much about him in the last day. It had been hard to adjust to the things he’d discovered about Merlin. He’d been lying the entire time he knew him. But, he had seemed to answer his questions as they’d travelled. As he felt his wife’s hand on top of his, he turned it palm upwards, to take it in his own. He had been convinced that in spite of Merlin’s efforts, he was never going to see Gwen again. But, he needed to talk to Merlin first. “Do they know what you are here?” --- Merlin looked away from Arthur for a moment. He knew. He had gotten to that point. He had been selfishly hoping that Arthur didn't know so that he could tell him properly. It was hard to forget how angry he had been with him. At least now he was here and he could show his friend that side and hopefully this wouldn't disrupt their friendship. Finally Merlin nodded. "Apparently our adventures are legendary," he answered. When he first introduced himself many people knew who he was and they knew of Arthur. It was incredibly strange, for him at least. For Arthur to be that well known made sense. -- That question got her attention better than anything else had so far. What he is? Arthur knew? She had to wonder how long he had known for, but now was not the time to ask. For now, she knew they needed their time and it was also important for Arthur to rest. He did not need her questioning him or explaining anything such as that for now. That could wait until he was well and out of hospital. “Legendary?” She had yet to come across anyone who said such a thing. Then again, she expected her husband to be talked of. He was a King, and a very good one at that. But the both of them were legends? It seemed strange to her given they were her friend and her husband. But the more she thought about it, it made sense. She turned her focus to her husband again, keeping his reactions to everything Merlin told him her in mind. --- Arthur nodded, curious as to this world that accepted magic as readily as it apparently did. He knew that it would take magic to heal him. A lot of magic, if Gaius was to be believed. More than Merlin possessed, who apparently was the strongest warlock to ever exist. He still found that hard to believe. That Merlin was that important. But, in some ways, it made sense. He always seemed to get out of scrapes that surely should have been more dangerous. And, it was clear to him now, that his servant…his friend, was responsible for him still being alive. In so many ways. He debated thanking Merlin, for everything he’d done. But, well. Those were words that were hard for him to say. It wasn’t how their friendship worked. And, he wasn’t about to start now. It would take a lot for him to do that. “Legendary. You?” he laughed. Finally, feeling a bit less off-footed. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” --- “Not me. Well, not just me,” Merlin shook his head. “You, me, Gwen, Camelot, your knights. There's so many stories in the library that tell tales of adventures.” There was several Merlin knew because he lived them. But then there were others that were slightly different in some way or another. All of them though had Arthur and Merlin together. “Most stories didn't get it right about how big of a prat you really are,” Merlin joked with his friend. Forgiveness would be a lot for Merlin to ask of Arthur. He was taught to distrust magic. It had been banned in Camelot his whole life. He just hoped that one day he’d see that he’s still the same person he has always been, how many times he placed his friends life before his own. “I can come back?” Merlin suggested, incase they needed some time to be alone. After all, Gwen just got her husband back. He had just needed to know that Arthur was alright, that the magic worked. Something he’d have to remember to thank Iliana for. --- Gwen really didn’t expect that she had become legendary. Hopefully that would mean her solitary reign would be a success and that people continued to support her. It gave her some comfort to know that she did exactly what she needed to do for the sake of Camelot. Though she did wonder if her husband was beginning to realise, or had already known, that he was no longer with her. That their time was cut so short, shorter than they really wanted it to be. But she couldn’t focus on that, not right now. Even though Merlin would not judge if she got upset right now it was something she felt should be held back until a more private moment. “Could you? Thank you Merlin. Just a moment.” She felt bad asking him to leave but she was sure he understood why she needed some time alone with her husband. He was dead until a few moments ago. She had lost him. And now she had him back and she couldn’t fully take that all in until she had that moment with him. --- Arthur still found that hard to get his head around. But, he found hope in that. His life hadn’t been forgotten. He knew that he was about to die, back home. And, he was glad to see that clearly that death had meant enough to be remembered. Still, he nodded at Merlin. Still refusing to thank him. He wasn’t dead yet. So, he let the warlock leave, before turning back to his wife. Just content to be in her presence. When he suddenly yawned. He was feeling exhausted. He supposed he still had some healing to do. |