The man, paying no attention to Merlin's words, he hooked his arms under Merlin's armpits and dragged him across the sharp floor. Merlin screamed from the pain that burned through his body, especially his chest. His arm - most definitely broken hit a rock that was sticking out from the floor, that also sent excruciating pain throughout his arm.
Merlin wiggled, desperate to get away, and said in a ragged mutter, "Lemme ggo!"
The man shushed him, and covered his mouth with his hand, merlin thought of biting the hand but thought it was best not to. The man kept Merlin held down, but he still had a arm clutching around his chest. Merlin struggled uselessly, he felt weaker than he ever could remember
"Stop fighting me. " The owner of the arms whispered into Merlin's ear, "Stop it. They will find us if you don't stop."
Great merlin thought, whoever 'they ' were wanted to kill him. But anything had to be better then alone in the dark, hurt and weak, wasn't it?
"Merlin please" the man whispered "you'll only make it worse, please I'm begging you, stop"