PSL: For Charles

[fucking_gentleman]

It was a week before they were willing to let Harry be moved.

He had another emergency surgery where they had to concede to losing his left eye to keep the nerve intact. Once they managed to get him stable again, they made him get through five days of no crashing, no unpredicted dips or spikes, just quiet healing and level drug intake.

Then and only then was it agreed that Harry could be transported back to England. It would be with transport staff, a doctor and two nurses and he was kept in light sedation to keep his pain manageable while they moved him.

They were met in the Kingsman hangar by Merlin. He didn't offer any words, just stood by Harry's sleeping form for a while and then left with an instruction to settle him in medical called back over one shoulder.

When Harry did regain consciousness, it was in the blessedly familiar surrounds of Kingsman medical. He actually sighed with the relief, staring at the ceiling and willing his emotions back under control.

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[grailknight]

He gave Harry a cheeky smile as he went to the lightswitch and turned down the intensity. "And now I am going to play reader? I don't believe that I agreed to that." Charles returned to the bed and sat back down next to Harry.

[fucking_gentleman]

"I believe you did when you agreed to take my recovery on as a mission." He lowered his bed back more, relaxing into his pillows.

[grailknight]

Charles wrinkled his nose. "I detest the Sun."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry looks smug, his eye closed. "Yes, I know. But I get a good laugh out of it."

[grailknight]

"All right. Did you want to start where you left off?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"Mm. Please." He rested his hand palm up on the bed in invitation.

[grailknight]

Charles smiled and took the tablet and scrolled back to the entry from the day after Harry got shot.

"When do you suppose they will let you go home?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"When I am able to provide the basic level of necessary care for myself, or manage the stairs." Those stairs were going to be a problem. Once he was up them in his room, he was stuck up there.

"Not any time soon, I suspect."

[grailknight]

"Oh yes, the stairs," he said with a frown. "What about in two months time, where do you see yourself?"

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry hummed softly again. "Out of this bed. Walking with minimal aid. Writing with both hands again."

[grailknight]

Charles smiled. "Great. I would love to help you get there."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry knew he was possibly being overly optimistic but it was where he wanted to be. Able to live at home again.

"If I can get the gross motor control back, I can work on the finer details on my own. But I need to get my arm and leg working."

[grailknight]

Charles nodded. He was obviously scheming something based on the look in his eyes.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry's eye cracked open to peer at Charles. "You're scheming, not reading."

[grailknight]

He smirked. "Is that a problem?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes. You're meant to be reading. I'm a cripple, you have to indulge me."

[grailknight]

"You hardly are that, even in the state you currently find yourself in."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Charles, I can't use one arm and one leg, if there was ever a time I was allowed to call myself a cripple, now is that time."

[grailknight]

Charles sighed. "Currently, I suppose. I don't want that to discourage you."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Not at all. I plan on abusing it for all it's worth. Silver linings and that. You're still not reading, don't think I haven't noticed."

[grailknight]

"Well I am glad to hear that." He chuckled. "I was hoping that you'd forget."

[fucking_gentleman]

"No such luck. I might be persuaded to listen to something else if you can offer an alternative that appeals."

[grailknight]

Charles nodded and began to read the news paper aloud to Harry. For the moment, he had no other topic of conversation to bring up. But he was considering who to reach out to in order to find the best specialistd to get Harry back in working order.

[fucking_gentleman]

Unsurprisingly, given his headache, Harry was asleep within ten minutes and awake fifteen after that. "Did I tell you about Merlin's idea for a prosthetic?"

[grailknight]

Charles stopped reading. "No you certainly didn't. What is Merlin's idea?"