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After what had felt like an eternity but really had lasted only a few months, Elyan had finally settled into his job at the local hospital. He had transferred from a rural hospital five hours away, and though he was glad for the increase in salary and finer scenery, he was still wary about being the new nurse in the hospital. So, he was glad that it was over. The other nurses didn't pester him about where he was going for lunch anymore, and so he could slink out of the hospital without anyone inviting themselves along.

He wasn't particularly hungry today, but he thought it was a nice day out and he decided to take a walk. He strolled down sidewalks, windowshopped, and people-watched on an unplanned route about the city. He even offered to take a picture for a group of friends who were struggling to take a selfie. He glanced down at his watch and noticed he had ten minutes to get back to the hospital. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. Elyan found himself breaking about a dozen traffic rules as he ran across roads to get back to work in time.

He had nearly made it when his phone slipped out of his pocket, and he instinctively bent down to pick it up--in the middle of the road, no less. He quickly looked up and saw a truck coming toward him. He opened his mouth to yell, or speak, or something, but then he felt the wind knocked out of him by what he realized was a human body moments later.

Elyan groaned at the feel of the gravel against his body and sighed--in relief, exhaustion. "What...did you--What'd you do that for?"

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

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It wasn't often that Arthur had some time to himself. Less often that he was able to be on his own. No security. No bodyguards. No . . . anyone! It felt rather liberating, but he also knew it wouldn't last. He however, intended to enjoy what few moments he had. He wore a pair of sunglasses to see if that would help conceal his identity and was just enjoying being out and about. Breathing in the fresh air, not worrying about the millions of tasks his father was going to have him do the second he returned. Yes. This must be what civilian life truly felt like. Sadly, he knew it would not last long. For, it was not his life. It was not the life of a prince.

Stopping at a crosswalk, Arthur glanced at his phone, rolling his eyes at the missed calls from one of his security agents. Pretty soon, he would report to the king and Arthur knew he would have to get back home before that happened. A blaring horn however immediately distracted him as he looked at what prompted it. A man was standing in the middle of the road, and a massive truck was heading right towards him. All else fled his mind and instinct, reflex took over. Arthur ran as fast as he could, charging towards the man and tackled him to the side, missing the truck by mere inches. The gesture was not without consequence it would seem, for Arthur was on his back, everything spinning around him for a moment. Apparently, he had hit his head on the ground.

The man's words belatedly processed in his mind as Arthur groaned. "You're welcome," he replied, even though that was not the consistent response with what the man was asking him. Arthur attempted to sit up, glancing at the cracked glasses as his hand went to the back of his head. Sitting up was hard enough; the prince made no attempt to stand up. "A thank you will suffice," he said almost teasingly. "Or, a new pair of sunglasses." Another joke, despite the severe circumstances of what very well could be considered a near death experience. It was then that Arthur looked at the man, realizing, that he was quickly glancing over him to make sure he was not injured. His voice was proof enough that the truck had missed him, but still.