fucking_gentleman | PSL: For Charles

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

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

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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."

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grailknight

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

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fucking_gentleman

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

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grailknight

He smirked. "Is that a problem?"

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fucking_gentleman

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

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grailknight

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

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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."

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grailknight

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

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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."

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grailknight

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

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fucking_gentleman

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

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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.

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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?"

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grailknight

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

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fucking_gentleman

"He wants to build a cybernetic prosthetic and attack it to the optic nerve. I would probably still need a patch on it most of the time, but it would give me bioncular vision when needed and would look like a fairly normal eye." It was certainly an idea.

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grailknight

He chuckled. "That is bloody brilliant."

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fucking_gentleman

"It is, rather, isn't it? At the least, it would mean not losing my ability to gauge distance completely, which at present..."

He had one eye. Enough said.

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grailknight

He nodded. "And with it, manage to get the upper hand. I feel quite confident about us getting you back into order."

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fucking_gentleman

"I certainly hope so." He didn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't a Kingsman.

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grailknight

Harry's recovery was a project that he could focus on. It would lead to a lot of good. Harry might still be bound to his bed, his brain was returning. Charles thought that was his best asset.