PSL: For Charles

[fucking_gentleman]

It took two days for things to be sorted enough for Harry Devere to ping on the Kingsman's systems.

Everyone had been handling somewhat more important things for those two days. A lot of people were dead. A lot more were injured. Even more than that were deeply traumatised by the maiming, murdering and mayhem which had ensued while the signal was broadcast.

And even when they weren't, no one had been expecting the ping. Harry's final footage had been graphic, staring at the barrel of the gun, the sound of firing and then the cut transmission. There were plans, of course, to eventually recover his body for burial but they were far from a priority.

Until Harry Devere pinged the system.

Harry Devere, admitted to the ICU of the Livingston Hospital in Kentucky seven hours before V-Day went live. He survived that by the luck of being in a sealed ward, away from people who viewed him as an actual person worth attacking.

Merlin was busy holding down the fort and being Merlin. Therefore, he told Charles to take whatever damn plane he wanted and get to Kentucky and get Harry into the safety of the Kingsman medical facility as fast as he could. He was given a passport which said he was Charles Devere, Harry's younger brother and paperwork which claimed the legal right to make decisions for his unmarried brother in the absence of parents.

All of these things were delivered with the instruction that no one was to know Harry Hart was alive. Not until they knew he would stay that way and not until he was back with them, awake and some reasonable semblance of the man they knew.

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[grailknight]

"Well, we can try this: you hold the mirror and I can hold the glasses. That may work."

[fucking_gentleman]

"... or I could just address you, wearing the glasses." That suddenly seemed far more reasonable.

[grailknight]

He nodded. "Yes, of course. Tell me when you are ready." He waited until Harry told him before putting on the glasses.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'm ready."

He took a breath, looking down and up again. "Hello, Eggsy. As you'll realise from this, rumours of death have been highly exaggerated. I don't know what the future will hold for my recovery, but I don't want your future marred by our fight.

"I am proud of you. I've heard what you did, how you conducted yourself, and I am so incredibly proud of you. Whatever happens to me, I need you to be aware of that. And I am sorry for the things I said to you. I was wrong. I don't often admit that. Look after yourself and your mother and sister. And remember, you've proved them all wrong. Even me. And I couldn't be happier for that."

He sank back into the pillows, worn out.

[grailknight]

Charles set the record and private to Eggsy. He softly smiled. When Harry was finished, he turned off the glasses, removed them and returned them and the hand mirror to his inner pocket. "Do you need anything, Harry?"

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry managed a soft snort, somewhere between amusement and exhaustion. "Many things, but none possible nor allowed. Thank you for putting up with my mood. I would apologise, but it's likely to happen again and again."

[grailknight]

He slowly raised an eyebrow. "And if there are any that are physically strenuous, then definitely not." Charles chuckled. "Twenty-three years of friendship has taught me much about you, old friend."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Sadly, what I would most like at this moment is a decent pint of Guinness." He sighed softly. "Or, maybe, yes, a warm body to share a bed with, but I really feel fairly unwell on the whole, so it would just be to share with this time."

[grailknight]

Charles looked at Harry a moment before nodding. "Well, both sound lovely."

[fucking_gentleman]

"And both are completely off the cards," he sighed. "When they inevitably kick you out back to your hotel, you should go and at least have a drink."

[grailknight]

"Unless they grant my request to have a cot. I can be very persuasive."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Unless you convince them you should have a cot in here. Spin them a sob story. Offer sexual favours." His head nodded backwards again.

[grailknight]

"I have an idea." He frowned. "And you wore yourself down with our little exercise."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Well, I was awake while you slept a lot of the time. Or in a drugged stupor from the amount of morphine I have in me." He was only a few days out from major head trauma. It was a miracle he was this cognisant and energetic.

[grailknight]

"Ah, you weren't asleep? All right. Get some rest, Harry."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Not all the time. I might've dozed somewhat." He made a soft sound of protest. "I'm enjoying having company. I'll sleep when you either leave or sort out that cot."

[grailknight]

"I see. I suppose then I should get it sorted. I will be just a moment." He went to the nurse's station to make his request, stating with certainty that Harry would be in better spirits and a model patient should Charles be allowed to sleep over as it were. He might have been innocently flirting with the nurse as well. American women went crazy for a British accent.

[fucking_gentleman]

Charles did that and Harry went to sleep for a while. A nurse slipped in and changed him over to a breathing mask when his oxygen levels dipped a bit, giving him oxygen and steroids to loosen up his breathing a bit more.

And... to set up the cot. Charles could stay, on the understanding that they would be in and out a lot and he might need to be removed at odd hours for tests or, the less promising scenario, another crash.

[grailknight]

"My brother thanks you and I thank you." He smiled. He obliged to the requirements of his stay. When they did need him to leave, he could just go back to the hotel for a change of clothes and some other items.

When he came back in, he removed his jacket, hung it over a chair, removed his shoes and climbed into the cot now that it was ready for him. He needed more rest than his nap in the chair had provided.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry slept until he crashed in the early hours of the morning.

Alarms went off a lot in ICU, but when they went off in Harry's room, there was no way to sleep through it. Charles was rushed out and the crash cart in.

He flatlined twice on them. He was taken into surgery and clots removed from his wound area and his skull worked on again. He was brought back to his room six hours after his first crash and Charles allowed back in once he was settled.

He was kept under sedation though. For another twelve hours and allowed back into a deep sleep during the night, to let the sedation wear off again.

Sometime in the mid morning, Harry actually started waking when the nurse checked him. And immediately took a swing at the nurse. A very inept swing, but the intent was still there.

[grailknight]

Charles was up out of bed, and moving things out of the way for the attending nurses. In the time Harry was in surgery, Charles dozed off in the waiting room, until someone came out to tell him that he was allowed back in.

He was awake when Harry attempted the strike. "No, Harry, no," he chided and reached to touch Harry's weaker arm. "I am so sorry."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry swung his hand around blindly, landing on Charles' hand and then settling again. Hearing a familiar voice calmed him more than anything else and he heaved a couple of breaths, misting up the mask.

"Sch-?" He sighed softly. He'd try speaking again in a moment.

[grailknight]

"Welcome back to the world of the living," he said, wincing from the strike. "We almost lost you again, but you have always been a scrapper."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Wha' 'pened?" He frowned slightly at the struggle with words, but it was too much effort to try saying again with more syllables.

[grailknight]

"You flatlined twice. They did surgery again on your head, at the impact site. There were some blood clots." He gave Harry a thoughtful look. "But you are so bloody stubborn."