Morgana shuffled in with the bags of groceries and hurried into the kitchen. In class she had looked up some recipes for the soup, not wanting to just make Merlin something packaged. She owed him more than that. After unpacking everything onto the counter, she set the water to boil. She cut up the fresh chicken, crushed up the bouillon, and added the small noodles to the pot along with a few other herbs and some vegetables.
Feeling somewhat proud of herself, she poured some of the mixture into a bowl and started up the stairs. Before entering Merlin’s room, she gave a gentle knock and announced herself. Upon opening the door and catching site of the dishevelled looking boy her heart skipped a beat and she almost dropped the bowl in her hands.
Merlin was deathly pale, and looked like he had come down with something vile. She rushed to his bed, set the bowl down on a side table and placed her hand on Merlin’s head, he felt warmer than he probably should. Morgana sat herself down next to his bed and brushed some hair off his forehead gently. She wasn’t sure if he was awake or not so she gently whispered, ”Merlin, I made you some soup…”