iamthefirechild said: She didn’t want to wake up. Awake was pain, and flame, and trying to do far more than she’d ever been capable of on her best day. She cried out intermittently in unconsciousness, something in her still trying to resist the seizures.

Merlin cursed silently as he reached his and Gaius’ chambers and found a note from Gaius saying that he had to take care of an emergency for one of the visiting nobles. Even with the bits of training he’d had in medical care, he had no idea what to do about seizures. He prayed that Gaius wouldn’t take too long and checked to see if the girl had a concussion—unconsciousness was serious, after all.

Somewhere under the pain and fear, she recognised someone trying to help, and fought the muscle spasms even harder, sliding up through layers of unconsciousness. She couldn’t quite surface, though; just close enough that some of the emotional energy diverted into fire again, limning her fingers in flame.