Merlin oneshots

Not can't die, just not allowed

Summary:Merlin gets mortals injured and has to explain his immortality to Lancelot and Gwaine + scar reveal.

Disclaimer:This is how I see Merlins immortality. You might see it a different way.

Third person pov
"Yo-you were run through... an hour ago!" Gwaine yells, looking at Merlin. Gwaine, Merlin and Lancelot were separated from the other knights, when they were ambushed by bandits. Merlin had to reveal his magic to Gwaine so that they could escape, but before he could get himself out, he was stabbed straight in the stomach. The knights managed to carry his body to a cave and passed out from exhaustion, hoping that the others could find them, along with merlins' medical bag.

Safe to say, it came as a shock when Merlin was up and walking around the next day. Less to Lance, as he had already seen merlin do this before, but not with this bad of an injury. He was pale, his movements were stiff and he still had a giant blood stain on his short. Not to mention the literal hole through his abdomen.

Merlin looked up and smiled. "Wonder when you would wake up. I made breakfast."

Gwaine blinked at him, "Merlin, you were STABBED. There is still a hole in your stomach, wha-" he couldn't finish his sentence before Lancelot cut him off.
"Stop yelling, Gwaine, it won't do is any good. Merlin, I want you to sit down and take off your shirt. We can use the fabric to bandage the wound."

Merlin looked panicked. Which made Gwaine panic, because Merlin didn't panic when there was a sword in him, and he's panicking now? Lancelot got up and grabbed Merlin, moving him to the wall, "You will die if we done do this. Please Merlin." He said.
"I won't die." Merlin said quickly.
"What?" Asked Gwaine. "How will you not die?"
"Merlin, I know how you heal is... different because of your magic. But when the others find us they will ask why we did t do anything and wonder how you can move. If we do this it will de lease suspicion." Lancelot reasoned.

Merlin bit his lip and agreed quietly. He took off his shirt and gave it to Lancelot, so he could make some bandages. What was under there mad them gasp. Every inch if his skin was covered in scars. Most from mortal wounds.
"Are you immortal?" Gwaine blurted.
"Actually, are you? Your the only person who survived the drachas (A/n how do you spell that?) touch." Asked Lancelot.
"Technically, yes, I'm immortal." Merlin replied.
"Wait. So you... can't die." Gwaine said, amazed.
Merlin shook his head. "Not can't die, just not allowed."
"How does that work?" Asked Lancelot.
Merlin sighed. "The triple goddess created me for a reason. To restore magic, protect Arthur and create Camalan. Until my purpose is fulfilled, she won't let me die. Trust me, I have been tortured, beaten, stabbed, whipped, drowned, burnt, hunged and all sorts."

"Your done." Lance said quietly. Merlin muttered a thanks and looked at Gwaine. The man had tears streaming down his face.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you." He choked.
"It's okay. Once I fulfil my destiny, I won't have to suffer anymore."