Merlin knew he had to do something, and he had to do it fast; his time was running out, and it was running out very quickly. He looked over to where Gwen was laying. He took a deep, long breath.
The King would not be pleased if he could see what had happened, he would probably throw Merlin in the stocks, and that was something Merlin wanted to avoid, at all shuddered, he didn't want that to happen. Not now, not ever.
He got to work, preparing a potion, Gaius was out, collecting flowers for his many potions he had on order.
Merlin knew he had to do something before Arthur found out. Distracted, he started to prepare even more potions; hoping one of them would do the trick, after about ten minutes, he heard fast, heavy footsteps approaching. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mouth was as dry as a desert.
"MERLIN!" The King's shrill voice cut through his head like a knife. Merlin decided that the best thing to do was to stay silent, hoping, praying almost, that Arthur would give up his quest for him, but that was never going to happen, and Merlin knew that, "Where is that useless servant of mine?" Arthur raged through the castles vast corridors. Eventually, Merlin heard the footsteps slow. He dare hardly breathe as they came closer to the Physician's room. A second later, three heavy knocks emerged on the heavy door, "Gaius, have you seen Merlin?"
Thinking on his feet, Merlin thought of a plan, as best as he could, he mirrored Gaius' voice; "Sire, he's gone to the Tavern, he won't be long I shouldn't think." The Tavern?! Of all the places, Merlin cursed himself.
"OH. Has he now, he will not want to be alive when I get my hands on him!" Merlin cursed and cursed himself, what did he have to go and open his mouth for, now, even if he saved Gwen, he'd still have to face Arthur when he returned. He was stumped. He didn't even know what had happened to The Queen; let alone how to treat her…
He carried on with the potion-making, hoping that at least one of them would work on The Queen, he prepared potion after option, lining them up on the small table like a row of soldiers preparing for battle.
One of them would work, at least.