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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[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?"

[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.

[grailknight]

He chuckled. "That is bloody brilliant."

[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.

[grailknight]

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

[fucking_gentleman]

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

[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.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Once I'm feeling more... focused, you should bring down something that needs doing. I never thought I'd volunteer for paperwork, but here we are."

[grailknight]

He smiled. "I'll be happy to bring you something to work on when you feel ready. There is plenty of work to go around right now."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I thought there would be. I also realise that until the full impact of my brain damage in known, I can't be trusted with anything."

[grailknight]

"I agree." He may have given notes about Harry's actions to the doctors who were now tending to him.

[fucking_gentleman]

"That will not stop me complaining about being stuck in here with nothing to do," he warned.

[grailknight]

"I don't expect it to. I am doing my best to fill your time."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Shouldn't you be filling your time doing Arthur duties?"

[grailknight]

"I have everything well in hand."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I'm sorry, what were you saying about 'plenty to go around' with the paperwork and sorting things out that need doing...?"

[grailknight]

"Yes. That doesn't mean I am not keeping up with the work that I need to be doing."

[fucking_gentleman]

"And still spending time down here with me. You've always been a bit of an overachiever." It wasn't meant nastily. Harry could be far more on point with nastiness.

[grailknight]

"You are helping to keep me sane." Charles constantly pushed himself, even when he didn't have to and had nothing to prove.

[fucking_gentleman]

"It is far too late for anything like that, and you know it." They had to be a little mad to do what they did. "When they let me have a wheelchair, I'll start insisting you take me out for lunch so I get a break from this room."

And so he knew Charles was getting fed once a day at least.

[grailknight]

The corner of his mouth twitched. "I mean it, Harry." He was tired and he missed his husband.

"Splendid. The sooner you are given some mobility, the better."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Of course you do. It doesn't change the fact that we're far too late to save your sanity, if not your peace of mind."

It wouldn't be any time soon. Even a motorised wheelchair wouldn't be made available until they were convinced he was stable and staying that way.

"I want to go to the bakery around the corner. I had the counter boy very well trained. Anthony. I wonder if he survived..."

[grailknight]

Charles gave Harry an annoyed look, but said nothing. He couldn't argue with the logic.

"Oh the bakery itself didn't survive."

[fucking_gentleman]

"... I hope you are shitting me, Charles. I will be deeply upset if my bakery is gone."