and the whole time while always giving (counting your face among the living) (слэш)

“–lin! What on earth were you thinking?”
Merlin blinked sluggishly, only belatedly managing to tilt his head to face Arthur. Not that it did him much good; the features of Arthur’s face only appeared to him fuzzy at best.
“Wasn’t,” he slurred in response to the question. “Was saving you. Ungrateful prat.”
Arthur stared, and Merlin hoped he stared back.
“Why?” Arthur demanded at last, with a fragility in his tone, that he had clearly desperately wanted to hide behind the droplets of spit that met the skin on Merlin’s face at the sheer force of the word.
Merlin scoffed. “It’s not the first time, Arthur. Difference is there’s no saving me this time.”
OR
Merlin jumps in front of Mordred's sword. He spends his last day with Arthur.