"Bedrest," said Gaius, and it had sounded more like a sentence than a recommendation. "We can only hope that the wound will heal soon and, with it, young Arthur's mind."
But his eyes were sad - like maybe he was thinking, fat chance - and Merlin had already started formulating excuses to visit the Crown Prince's bedchamber. Within a week of that first diagnosis (Arthur, blinking slowly, looking with no recognition at a man he had known all his life), Merlin had already told him sixteen stories and tried eight different spells to restore Arthur's memory; all to no avail.
During the sixth tale of derring-do, Arthur had begun to look exhausted with the effort of trying fix a problem he barely even understood. "Why," he'd said, voice muffled by the hands covering his face, "Is it so important to everyone that I remember
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Wow this was great (I'm the OP). Really liked the emotional undercurrent to it. Merlin's desperation was lovely and it was quite sad when he was telling Arthur stories about himself and Arthur couldn't understand why people wanted him back so badly. So lovely job :D
But his eyes were sad - like maybe he was thinking, fat chance - and Merlin had already started formulating excuses to visit the Crown Prince's bedchamber. Within a week of that first diagnosis (Arthur, blinking slowly, looking with no recognition at a man he had known all his life), Merlin had already told him sixteen stories and tried eight different spells to restore Arthur's memory; all to no avail.
During the sixth tale of derring-do, Arthur had begun to look exhausted with the effort of trying fix a problem he barely even understood. "Why," he'd said, voice muffled by the hands covering his face, "Is it so important to everyone that I remember ( ... )
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