"Arthur? Sir Gwaine? ...Merlin!"

Gaius asked their names, surprised, as they barged into his chambers, but when he saw that Gwaine was carrying an unconscious Merlin, he instantly became professional and wasted no time in dragging his own bed out from the corner of the room, saying quickly,

"Lay him down there, Gwaine. Hurry!" Gwaine did as he was told and stood breathing down Gaius's neck as the physician checked Merlin over.

"Gwaine!" Gaius snapped. Gwaine jumped. "Get out of my personal bubble! I'm trying to work!"

Arthur dragged Gwaine away.

"Hmmmm," said Gaius.

"What? What is it? What's happening? Tell us, Gaius!" Gwaine whined.

"Shut up Gwaine," Gaius said sternly.

"Is he okay, Gaius?" Arthur asked quietly.

"He's fine, just a little bloody and bruised."

"That doesn't sound fine to me," Gwaine said menacingly, cracking his knuckles. "When I get my hands on whoever did this..."

"Be quiet, Gwaine. I'm waking him up," Gaius said, wafting a small bottle of strong smelling gas under Merlin's nose.

After a moment Merlin coughed and gagged and sat up quickly, spluttering,

"What is that?"

Arthur and Gaius smiled, Gwaine rushed forward and hugged Merlin, who looked surprised but pleased.