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[onceandfutureprat]

[There's a small silence, and then he coughs. And sneezes. Sneezes again. Ugh.]

Merlin!



[ooc; Arthur caught Charles's cold. Damn you Charles.]

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[takeyouapart]

[Not even responding to that. Just going to grab a few of Gaius' cold and fever remedies and head over to Arthur's room and go inside without knocking.]

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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[onceandfutureprat]

[You are so funny and hilarious.

Arthur harrumphs from his bed and that turns into a minor coughing fit.]

Shut up, Merlin.

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[takeyouapart]

Yes, my lord. [He comes to stand at the side of the bed, his smile fading and his brow furrowing with concern because yeah, you do look sick there dude.] When did this first come on?

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[onceandfutureprat]

[He gets a look for that question. No one could ever say that Arthur is a nice person when he feels crappy.]

I woke up this way. What do you think?

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[takeyouapart]

[Merlin rolls his eyes and reaches over to put a hand on Arthur's forehead to gauge his temperature.]

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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[onceandfutureprat]

No. [Annnnd he's sneezing again, sorry if that gets on your hand.] Tell me you brought something to help.

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[takeyouapart]

Well, actually I just thought I'd come down to watch you suffer. [He straightens up, rummaging through his bag for the glass bottles.]

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[onceandfutureprat]

Remind me to count all the ways you are not funny later.