Merlin had fought next to Arthur, protecting the other man as much as he could with his magic. He'd been proud to be helping and adrenaline had seen him continue even after his arm had been broken.
Merlin looked up from the book in his lap and smiled, "Q" he greeted happily, "Better now you're here. They won't let me go home yet" he complained, before indicating the chair next to the bed, "Come save me from the boredom" he requested, "How are you?"