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Arthur would never say so aloud, but he did have a caring side that went far deeper than even he realized or would admit to. The concern he had for this young man made him forget his previous endeavor, which had been bringing some game back home, just to show that he could. He couldn't shake the image of dulled blue eyes from his head, the pleading they held, unsure as to whether it was a plea for help or mercy. Now that the knights had helped him carefully move the young lad into the sunlight, he could see how truly injured he was. Whatever it was that the arrow was dipped in was doing its job. There wasn't much time to waste, for who knew how long the man had been out here.

"Should we remove the arrow, sire?" one of his knights asked, hand hovering near the injured man's shoulder.

Arthur waved his hand away, shaking his head. "[color=#E01C1C]I fear we will make it worse. This arrow has been dipped in something, more than likely poison,[/color]" he pointed out the green that was mixing with the red on the arrow tip, "[color=#E01C1C]Gaius will know what to do. We just have to move him carefully.[/color]"

That proved to be a trial. Not wanting to jar the man's shoulder and cause him more pain, or possibly wake him from his unconscious state, they carried him awkwardly to where their horses were tied up. Arthur mounted his horse and, with help from the knights, they slipped the young man in front of their prince. Arthur made sure the injured lad leaned back against him in a way that his shoulder wouldn't be jarred too much, Arthur's arm wrapped around his chest to support his limp form. Arthur was off the next change he got, making his horse travel as fast as she could. He held the man a little tighter, trying to prevent him from bouncing around too much. His head gently knocked into Arthur's chin and jaw multiple times during the ride, which the prince ignored. He hadn't wanted to drape him over the back of his horse, not wanting to cause the man more pain. It seemed he had been through enough.

They hadn't traveled too far from Camelot. Arthur entered his home, barely slowing his horse down. Once he stopped at the towering castle stairs, two of his knights were there, helping him gently guide the man down from his horse. "[color=#E01C1C]Go to Gaius; tell him to prepare for an injured, possibly poisoned, man.[/color]" Arthur demanded to no one in particular, but one of the knights still ran off, in the direction of Gaius' chambers.

Arthur dismounted, throwing his horse's reins in the direction of the stable boy, not caring enough to check if he caught them or not. He followed after the knights carrying the young man, staring at his limp form with a frown. Once he found out more about the man's condition, and what Gaius could do, he'd bring word to his father. His father would soon find out his son had returned, and be impatiently waiting to discover what was going on. If Arthur kept his father waiting too long, he wouldn't be surprised if the King barged into Gaius' chambers himself to see what all the fuss was about. Arthur simply wanted more details before he went to his father... and perhaps his concern for the man ran deeper than even he yet realized.