'Why on earth did you just do that?'

'Do what, Merlin? My job?' Arthur said rather too calmly for someone that covered in blood.

'Put yourself in danger. You're not invincible, as much as you like to believe it.'

'And who would do it? You?'

If only he knew, Merlin thought, if only he knew how much danger he'd put himself in. In all fairness, Arthur would probably call him a hypocrite.

'They're my people Merlin. They're my responsibility.' He continued.

'And its my responsibility to patch you up everytime, is it? My responsibility to make sure your stupid decisions don't kill you?' Merlin paced around the room, collecting medical supplies as he went.

'Aw, care about me do you?' Arthur joked bitterly.

Merlin ignored him, gesturing for him to sit.

'Sit. I need to look at your wounds.'

'Merlin doesn't want me to die.' He said in a singsong.

'If you're going to die, i want to be the one to kill you.' Merlin said under his breath.

'Sorry?' Arthur laughed.

'Just shut up and let me stitch you up. I don't actually want you to die, even though you're an ass sometimes.'

'Thank you, I guess i slightly return the sentiment.' He said haltingly.

'Could you repeat that a second please?'

'Alright. I, Arthur Pendragon, do solemnly swear that I do not want Merlin Whatever-his-lastname-is to die, even when hes being super annoying.'

'You don't know my last name?'