Arthur, King of Camelot (
onceandfutureprat) wrote2013-02-04 11:56 am
.030 - public because he can't be bothered to filter like this
[There's a small silence, and then he coughs. And sneezes. Sneezes again. Ugh.]
Merlin!
[ooc; Arthur caught Charles's cold. Damn you Charles.]
Merlin!
[ooc; Arthur caught Charles's cold. Damn you Charles.]

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Little louder and you wouldn't need the network, sire.
[Yes, inappropriate cheerfulness is entirely called for here. No background turmoil happening at all.]
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Arthur harrumphs from his bed and that turns into a minor coughing fit.]
Shut up, Merlin.
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I woke up this way. What do you think?
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You're running a fever. Does Gwen have any symptoms?
[He suspects not, since she's not malingering in his sickbed with him.]
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Lots of strange things have happened with Merlin but nothing quite as strange as Merlin standing there one moment, and then out cold a moment later. Arthur calls him all sorts of names and insults in between coughs and sneezes, and when he still doesn't get up, he forces himself out of bed to check if the idiot is dead.
He's not but Arthur feels in no condition to carry him back to his room and he isn't about to just leave Merlin on his floor. Arthur grabs his communicator, and asks for Cass to come to his room.]
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Invitations because people have passed out and that makes it her job to fix the problem? That one's new. She lets herself in because Arthur sounds sick over the network, but then once she sees Merlin all sprawled on the floor, her sympathy for sickness kind of goes away.]
Could have at least... found pillow.
[She crouches down and brushes Merlin's hair back, feeling carefully for any lumps.]
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He turns his head slightly to cough into his shoulder.]
There.
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Don't need now. You tell everyone... he's sleeping. Tired of telling people... he's gone.
[She could just pick Merlin up and carry him out in her arms, but she knows if she does that Arthur will never let him live it down. There would be nothing but jokes about being a maiden for weeks, so instead she puts her arms under his and levers him up onto the bed. From there it's easy to pull his arms over her shoulders and pick up his legs, bearing his weight easily on her back. It's the most awkward piggy-back ride ever because of his long limbs and greater height, but at least he still feels as light as he ever did.]
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He really is a girl.
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[She kind of doesn't want to stick around while Arthur's being all grumpy and rude, plus Merlin should probably be like in a bed or something, so she just turns her back on Arthur and heads for the door.]
Then remember, under... the prat part? You're good man. Should try... to be that more often.
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Merlin's in a coma. You can do his job instead.
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[Arthur better not be joking about something like that!]
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Don't tell me you've got this, too.
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Oh my love, you're not well.
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