The door to Gaius' chambers burst open with a loud crash. As Gaius jumped in surprise, the vial he had been holding in his hand fell to the floor with a shattering of glass. He whirled around in time to see Merlin and Sir Leon stumbling into the room, burdened by the body that they carried between them.

Arthur, head lolling and barely conscious, was slung between the two men. Needless to say, Gaius could tell that something was seriously the matter with him. "Quickly! Set him over here," he said rapidly, gesturing to the bed in the corner of the room. As soon as his ward and the knight set him down, Gaius began looking over the prince, attempting to find out what had happened to the young man.

"Gaius," Sir Leon said, "I know that the priority is the prince, but when you get a chance, you should take a look at Merlin. He was hit earlier, and he was bl-"

Merlin interrupted Leon quickly, interjecting his own comment. "I'm fine. Look, Gaius. While Arthur and knights were out on patrol, Morgana came out of nowhere. She attacked us. Arthur's wound- it was caused by-" but before his explanation could be finished, Merlin's eyes suddenly rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor.

Gaius stared at the body on the floor, but quickly jumped into action. "Leon, move Merlin into his room for me and see if you can find the source of whatever ails him. I'll be up as soon as I finish with Prince Arthur!"

Sir Leon bent down and carefully picked Merlin up off of the ground. As soon as the knight was gone, Gaius sighed in exasperation. Just once, Gaius would like to have a relatively quiet and event free day. Instead, he had a broken vial to clean up off the floor, a prince that looked to be on the verge of death, a ward that mysteriously fainted, and a possible magical issue to contend with.

An eyebrow of his slowly rose up, and he felt himself shrug to himself. Life in Camelot was never dull.