(Oh look I made a thing. Sorry it’s been ages; I’ve been working and/sick for the better part of the week. @insanereddragon @elletromil)
This ain’t fair, you know? You can tell me to make him proud until you’re blue in the head, Merlin, but if he ain’t here to *words are wet and smudged; impossible to read*
I’ve been hanging out in Medical. I tried sneaking around, but I figure you already know about the eight or so times I’ve snuck in already since you’re like, omnipotent and such. I did wonder about not having to dodge doctors and nurses by the third time. I’ve never known anyone in a coma before. They say you’re supposed to talk to them, but most of the talking I’ve been doing to Harry has been in these letters, eh? He’s busy with whatever he’s working on and I’m trying to not get myself kicked out. But he still showed up sometimes, to talk to me. Teach me some stuff the others know because of their posh schooling. I miss talking to him. And writing to him so he could help me there too. I’m writing this at his bedside. He’s started to show some stubble from not shaving. His hair’s curling a bit too. I didn’t know he had curly hair, not with all the stuff he puts in it to make it smooth. It always looks, looked, so smooth. It’s more touchable like this.
And it ain’t fair. Now I don’t have anyone to talk to about this whole training business. Harry was good for listening to me ranting about Charlie and his cronies. Or how I’m worried when it comes right down to it that I won’t beat Roxy (’cause if it ain’t me being Lancelot, it’s gonna be her. Girl’s a star). Or how sad I am that I couldn’t save Amelia from drowning. Will her family ever know what’s happened to her? Will someone tell my mum if I die in the trials? Will she get another medal for my sister to spend her life wondering about?
Fuck. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to swear in letters. You’ll probably mark me up for that, Merlin. Harry wouldn’t. He’d pretend to, but he wouldn’t. He could swear the sky blue sometimes. JB peed on his shoe once and I never laughed so hard in my life, listening to the increasingly vulgar words Harry came up with. I think some of them was Italian or something.
I should go if I plan to get any sleep at all. God only knows what you’ve got cooked up for us in the morning, Merlin. I’ll leave this here; I know you visit Harry as often, if not more then I do. You’ll find it.
Let me know if anything changes. Just... soon as he wakes up, tell me. Please. I can’t do this without him, Merlin. I don’t want to.
Kingsman Trainee: Lancelot