[Merlin's curled up on his bed in the little closet of a room beyond the larger space of Gaius' infirmary. It's too far to yell, and if it wasn't he still wouldn't. His breathing's under control now but he just feels like a shameful, teary mess, like he's little better than a child himself.
[Spam]
He reaches for his communicator.]
charles please go away. i'm fine.