Lost in Albion 3 (Merlin) - Completed

Chapter 9: Broken Vial

Chapter 9

My hands reach up, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes and they open. It's not hard to wake up, in fact, I feel very well-rested. My head pushes deeper into my pillow as I shuffle my weight. I wince as my side hurts as I move.

I sigh, rubbing my temples as I recall the battle and the subsequent wound in my side but what fuddles me is how I'm in my room. Someone found me and I can rightfully assume since I'm alive, that it was in time.

The sun pierces my window's glass, streaming into the room. It's around the middle of the day, possibly late morning.

I move my hand underneath the covers, feeling at my side and the bandages over it.

I feel stupid for the fact that I almost died not wanting to people know I fought but there are going to know anyways. At least I wasn't in the uniform, I could keep that alias up for now.

The door opens and Castor walks in, not even looking at me as he paddles around to my bedside, a vial in his hands. He sits down on the side of my bed and I watch him curiously. His back faces me but he shifts one knee onto the bed near my shoulder, turning with the bottle in hand.

I raise my eyebrow as his gaze drifts to me.

"Argh!"

He jumps from the bed, the vial dropping out of his hands, smashing on my floor. His face is stuck in one of pure terror from not having expected me to be looking right back at him. I push off the mattress with my elbows, leaning over the edge.

The vial and whatever its contents were are now smashed in pieces on the floor.

"I hope that wasn't too important," I croak, managing a small giggle. Castor's face drops with his shoulders.

"I think I just had a heart attack," he exhales, his hand rubbing along his chest. "Damn woman, could have given me a warning."

"And miss seeing that?" I scoff. "Never."

Castor sits back in his previous spot and I pull myself to a seated position, leaning up against the back of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, but his tone has drifted from childishness into concern. I assess myself but honestly, I feel fine.

"Fine," I say. "It only hurts when I move and considering I'm in my room, it was assumed I would be."

Castor nods slowly. "Yeah. We weren't sure for a while. Actually, we almost lost you for a while there, but your body pushed through. Merlin found you and I don't know for certain, but I think he used magic."

"Merlin's terrible at healing spells," I joke.

"Well Gaius wasn't expecting you to pull through but here you are," he shrugs. "What were you doing out there? I know you want to fight but nobody even saw you out there."

"I was helping the wounded," I lie. "But then when the skeletons started fighting, I tried to keep them from leaving the castle. One got me good."

"Sure did," he agrees. "Been about three days. Leon's sulking around, but what's new."

"Oi, he doesn't sulk," I defend the knight in his absence.

"Uh, yeah he does. He always has a serious face on."

"He's just...serious."

"Well, you do actually need whatever was in that potion so I should probably go get another from Gaius and tell him you're awake."

I move my legs, pulling them off the bed. "I'll come down; I want to stretch my legs."

Castor nods, standing up and offers his arm which I use to pull myself up. I test my side by shuffling my weight to each leg and besides a slight twinge, it's nothing major. My thoughts do drift to Merlin and considering how well I'm feeling, I do suspect magic has helped me.