Disclaimer: I don't own "Merlin". It is a TV show which belongs to BBC.
Storyline: Merlin and Arthur are flatmates. One day Arthur has a serious accident. He's in coma. Merlin needs to face this situation. He changes his life and slowly becomes aware of his feelings towards his best friend.
English is not my mother language.
Guys! I haven't been writing any stories for such a long time and I'm so sorry. The life was so busy... And I have some request for you. Me and my friend failed during our oral exam. We had some terrible topics but it's not time for complaining. I need to improve my speaking skills till September and if any of you would like to talk with me on skype, I'd be really grateful. It'd be the best if it was a native speaker of English but I can talk with anyone who knows English. None of my family knows this language and my friends from university live far away from my hometown. Does anyone have some time?
Anyway... Enjoy the chapter that is not perfect but the story, hopefully, will get better in time.
Bromance is what you make it
It happened unexpectedly. People, especially as young as Arthur, rarely think about such things. The February Friday wasn't supposed to start with an accident. But it had.
Arthur was walking lazily towards his university. It was his third year of studying Journalism. Writing had always been his passion but Friday classes were quite boring. Besides he was thinking about the evening. He and his best friend Merlin were going to cinema. They both were waiting for that film for ages. At least it seemed so long.
The blonde could be a little bit careless but the accident wasn't really his fault. The road surface was greasy because it was a side-street and the main roads were more important. If the inhabitants were lucky enough, the road would be safe by Saturday's noon.
The driver of the navy blue car lost control of the steering wheel and the vehicle swerved to the left, knocking Arthur down.
Merlin started to get more and more irritated. Arthur had promised him to be on time and he was already half an hour late.
The young man tried to soothe his nerves glancing from time to time at the two tickets which were lying on the table. He wasn't supposed to be so nervous. They could always go to the cinema another time. It was not a really big problem. However there was something that made Merlin feel anxious. Arthur didn't answer his cell phone and even though it had happened in the past, it concerned Merlin.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
"Have you forgotten your keys again?" Merlin said, irritated. "And you're late, by the way. If it's because of some stunning beauty, I swear..." The young man stopped babbling. He opened the door and instead of Arthur, he saw his half-sister Morgana. "I thought it was your brother," Merlin explained something what was obvious. "Come in."
They went into the living room and Merlin offered her an armchair. However she decided to stand.
"I..." She looked around, hopelessly trying to find the courage to tell Arthur's flatmate the truth. "It's..."
"You don't look good, Morgana," Merlin said worryingly. "Are you feeling well?"
The woman sighed. There was only one reason why she came there and postponing sharing the sad news with Merlin wasn't going to make it easier or less painful.
"Morgana?" The dark haired man repeated her name. "What's wrong?"
"It's Arthur..." she finally admitted.
"What has he done?" Merlin asked. "If he's not going to come here and..."
"Listen!" Morgana didn't want to be harsh but only this way she could shut Merlin down. Usually she adored his babbling but this time situation was serious.
The man shut up immediately. There was something strange in this whole situation and he wanted to find out what it was. Besides Morgana could be scary and he never intended to make her angry.
"There was an accident... the road... and car... and... Arthur." She looked Merlin in the eyes to prove that she wasn't lying.
Merlin swallowed hard. "Is he...?" He could not finish. It was too much for him.
"He's alive... in hospital..." Morgana assured him quickly. "However his condition is not good. It's fucking serious..." she whispered and started sobbing. She hated showing her tears to others but it all was too much. Besides it was Merlin and she knew that he understood.
He hugged her, not knowing what to do with his hands. Suddenly he felt as his own tears were running down his cheeks.
Merlin's tears fell down on the two tickets.
Merlin wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible but Morgana reminded him that they would not let him in at night. He was not a member of family. However she promised him that they would go there in the morning.
This was the worst and the longest night of Merlin's life. Neither could he sleep nor focused on something. He was worried about Arthur more than ever before. He was afraid that he would lose someone so important to him. Arthur was the closest thing to family that he had in this city and he just couldn't imagine his life without his best friend.
Merlin and Morgana were supposed to meet in front of the hospital at 8 a.m. The man, however, came there about seven o'clock. He hadn't been able to look at Arthur's stuffs any longer. He hadn't realised before that his friend's things were everywhere in their flat. He'd even seen some of them in his own bedroom.
Looking at people who were walking down the street, laughing and chatting, made Merlin angry. They didn't care that there was a hospital right behind their backs, where some other people were ill and could be even dying. Normally Merlin wouldn't care much but now his best friend was lying among these sick people and it truly hurt him.
"Merlin." Morgana stood in front of him, trying to smile.
"Hi," the man said quietly. He looked carefully at Morgana and immediately noticed her unhealthily pale skin. She also had a hard night.
"Let's go," she said, grasping his right hand and leading him inside. When Merlin was worried, he always started having problems with concentration and following simple requests. Morgana knew that because Arthur used to complain about it very much. However he never let anyone else help Merlin. It was always a mystery that Morgana wanted to solve. There were times when she thought that her half-brother was simply jealous. Nevertheless the number of girlfriends that he'd dated didn't let her seriously suspect that his feelings towards Merlin were more than those between friends. Although when she drank too much alcohol, she liked thinking about these two together. It was crazy and she would never share her thoughts with Arthur but she wouldn't really complain if Merlin became her brother-in-law.
Morgana spent ten minutes talking with a doctor. When she finished, she came up to Merlin and for the second time this morning, she tried to smile comfortingly. "He's not awake yet," she told him. "But we can go to him."
Merlin nodded with agreement and followed her.
He didn't know what to expect. He had no idea how many scars Arthur would have or how wasted he would be. When Merlin went inside the room where his friend was lying, he was quite surprised. He'd seen Arthur in better condition but the blonde didn't really look bad.
"My brother looks as if he was just sleeping," Morgana said softly, taking a seat on a chair.
"He is just sleeping," Merlin said hopefully.
Morgana looked down, swallowing hard. "Well..." she hesitated.
"What?" Merlin, who'd been watching Arthur for the longer while, looked directly at Morgana. "There's something you're not telling me, isn't it?"
"They're not sure what it is," the woman said finally.
"What do you mean?" Merlin started becoming more and more afraid.
"The doctor said that Arthur should be awake by now," Morgana admitted. "He and other doctors don't know why he's still unconscious. The accident seemed to be serious but Arthur was very lucky." She sighed. "However he doesn't response to the medicine which should wake him up already."
"Is it coma?" Merlin asked her quietly.
"It seems so," Morgana said sadly.
"Did doctor tell you when he can come out of it?" He watched her very carefully. He hoped he would notice if she was lying. "Morgana?"
"He hasn't the foggiest idea," she almost whisper. "Arthur can wake up in an hour or in a week or... or year..."
"Year?" Merlin couldn't believe. It seemed crazy. Arthur, his best friend, could not spend a whole year lying in a hospital bed, not saying a single word. Arthur was always so out-going and sociable. Merlin was pretty sure that such stagnation would kill him.
"You know how comas work," Morgana said weakly. "He may as well never wake up."
Merlin shook his head with denial. "It's not true," he whispered. "He can't... No... not him."
Morgana hugged him tightly. They both needed it. "I know," she said quietly. "We need to believe that he'll be fine."
However it was easier to say than to do.
In the evening Merlin went back to the empty flat. It was so quiet without Arthur's self-confidence and arrogance. This quietness was barely bearable. Merlin had no idea how long he was going to stand this new level of loneliness.
Although he was tired, he had problem with falling asleep. He wanted to wake up in the morning and find out that it all was only some crazy nightmare. He would tell Arthur about this dream then and the prat would laugh at him. Merlin was used to it and after all Arthur would be fine.
When Merlin woke up, he found an empty flat and text message from Morgana. It wasn't a dream. Arthur was really in hospital and probably in coma.