Arthur Pendragon (thefuture_king) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-04-16 19:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon, merlin |
Who: Arthur and Merlin
What: Guess who has the flu? No, really, do go on and guess.
When: Sometime late Friday afternoon
Where: Their rooms
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Arthur sank ungratefully onto the edge of his bed, gripping the edges of the mattress as he tried to ward off a spell of dizziness. He recognized the signs. His palms were clammy and his forehead was beaded with sweat and he hadn't done much more than roam the complex. Ducking his head, Arthur sucked in a few controlled breaths that rattled ominously in his chest.
He knew his body. He knew his body in ways most people wished to understand theirs and he knew what would happen if he didn't keep moving and laid down fully. He knew. Sleep would come and take him into fever that would blur the edges of his mind and make him, in many senses, weaker for it. It wasn't a matter of pride, aiming to stay alert, but a deeply ingrained sense of safety and loathing for medicine, modern or otherwise.
A chill crushed any hopes that the dizzy spell would be a fleeting thing and his body shuddered. Arthur listed sideways and fell against his pillows, eyes squeezed shut as he fought with himself not to fall asleep. No doubt as soon as he did, Merlin would return and be obnoxiously smug about the whole thing.