Coming Home

Chapter 13

It was Tuesday, the one day during the week where Morgana's shift was later than Merlin's. She opened the door to a CRASH! She followed the noise to Merlin's room.

The door opened to a haunting sight. Merlin was on the ground screaming at Arthur who had him pinned to the ground. A knife was flung to the corner of the room. Arthur's hands were coated in blood. Merlin's blood.

"LET ME GO!" screamed Merlin. "WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME DO THIS!"

Arthur was silent, focused only on keeping Merlin down and away from the knife.

Morgana whispered a spell sending Arthur to one end of the room, Merlin to the other, and the knife to her hand. They stared at her in shock.

Well, Arthur did. Merlin was glaring at everyone in the room.

She freed Arthur from her spell and he nodded his thanks to Morgana before slowly making his way to Merlin.

He spoke softly, as if he was calming a spooked horse, "Merlin, I'm coming over. We need to clean you up. You have to let me do this."

Morgana interrupted, "He can't move. It's part of the spell. I'll release him when you're done."

Arthur moved quickly and soon, Merlin's arms were bandaged. Morgana released him from her spell, guilt and jealousy? pooling in her gut.

Had her poultice done this? 'Don't be ridiculous, Morgana,' she thought, 'Of course it did this. It did exactly what it was supposed to.'

She wanted to be able to help him the way Arthur had. She missed the feeling of caring for someone and having someone care for her.

Morgana berated herself mentally. 'Stay focused.'

Arthur was working towards getting Merlin to calm down, gently leading him towards the bed. She remained frozen in the doorway, bloodied knife still in hand. The poultice! She wanted to remove it needed to stay focused. She couldn't let their deaths go unpunished.

But the as the scene in front of her unfolded, her heart ached. She watched Arthur gently tuck him in before softly pulling open drawers and opening cabinets looking for anything else dangerous.

Morgana left the room swiftly. She needed to put the knife back then take some time to think before she went back to get the poultice.

"Dammit," she heard him whisper, "He was making progress."

A/N: Sorry for the short update. I really didn't know what to do with this chapter.