Boy in the bubble (Modern Merthur AU) (Discontinued)

Chapter Nine

AN:

OKAY!!! I have made a big change to chapter eight as i write this chapter! If you haven't read a big development between these two boys in that chapter, please go back and read it! This chapter probably wont make much sense without that! On with the story.

*One month later*

Merlin staggered to the door, only having the ability to knock, frantic but weak.

Gaius came out the living room, slow at first but when he saw Merlin, stood at the door, holding his nose with thick, red blood running down his chin onto his white school shirt.

"Merlin?" Gaius cried, flinging the door open and pushing himself forward as a rest for Merlin to slump against, "What happened?"

Once they were inside the living room, front door left open in the rush., Gaius sat Merlin on the couch

"Boy you've got to tell me what they did to you..." He said, dabbing the blood away from under Merlin's nose.

Merlin winced, earning a sorry glance from Gaius, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do." He sighed.

He said, "Son you have to tell me why you're black and blue."

It wasn't abnormal for Gaius to call Merlin 'son' but it warmed his heart each time he did.

Merlin cried as Gaius ran his cloth dangerously close to his nose, tears cascaded down his face, "I didn't want trouble..." He whimpered, "I swear, I'm just the boy in the bubble but of course then came trouble." His voice shook, face red with blood and tears.

Entering Flashback...

Merlin had been out, buying a loaf of bread for Gaius from the corner shop.

"FAGGOT!" Someone shouted as he was leaving, he turned round to find Arthur, standing with Mordred at his side.

This was the first Merlin had heard from him since the car, he had just stopped showing up to study sessions, was off school a lot more, seemed to be in his own darker place.

Merlin understood, he must be ashamed and Merlin got that, he isn't exactly an attendee at the Pride festivals. Although it hurt, that Arthur kissing him was so shameful and that not everyone excepted themselves or others for who they loved, Merlin understood that Arthur needed some time.

"H-hey?" Merlin spoke weakly.

"This little fag," Arthur spoke directly to Mordred, "h-he tried to kiss me..." Arthur looked pained as Mordred made a gagging motion, he had a black that had lasted just past two weeks.

"Fuckin' disgustin'" Mordred spat, "I say we teach him a lesson, hey A?" Arthur nodded, stepping closer to Merlin who squared his shoulders and looked directly into Arthur's eyes, blue meeting blue.

Arthur cleared his throat and then, lifting his arm left hooked Merlin right in the face. He tumbled back, hitting the pavement, still with shock and pain before leaning up on his elbows (broken arm now fully healed) and swiping a finger beneath his nose to check for blood. His whole hand came out red.

"I'm not ashamed of who I am." He croaked, spitting out blood.

Arthur paused, staring down at him sadly, briefly, before his face turned to disgust, "...well you should be." He sneered.

It seemed they were done, Mordred laughed and followed as Arthur walked away, spitting on Merlin as he passed him.

"Mordred! Now!" Arthur called.