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 nodded and chuckled. "You can always yell at them if I am here. I wouldn't blame you."

Edited Date: 2016-06-21 09:13 am (UTC)

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fucking_gentleman

"Mm. Depends on how frustrating they're being. I'm also taking my gun. I can shoot fine with my left hand." Right eye, left hand, he'd make do.

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grailknight

"Ah. That is why you were talking about the specifications for a wheelchair." He didn't mind indulging him a little.

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fucking_gentleman

"Maybe." He tugged the blankets up around himself a bit more. It wasn't that he was cold, per se, but he felt ill at ease a lot of the time. Probably because his body was learning to work again around the damage. Maybe just because he was a lonely old man.

"I'm not sick of this room yet, but it'll happen."

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grailknight

He hadn't touched Harry very much, which was uncommon for him. He felt safe enough to rub his palm lightly against Harry's shoulder. The man wasn't going to die because he had touched him.

"That is at least hopeful for your recovery."

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fucking_gentleman

"Yes. Hopeful." He hated recovery, though. He hated hours alone in a bed, unable to do what he wanted. He dropped his head down to Charles' hand, resting his cheek on the knuckles.

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grailknight

Charles smiled softly and used his other hand to brush his fingers through Harry's hair.

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fucking_gentleman

He could live with his hair growing out more than he tolerated the imprecise shave of the electric razor. Especially while Charles was willing to do that.

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grailknight

"It goes without mentioning that I am relieved that you are still alive, but I feel that I should. You are very important to me, Harry."

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fucking_gentleman

"Thank you." His voice was soft, slightly heavy again. "There are times it feels like a struggle to remember that people would be deeply aggrieved if I died."

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grailknight

Charles smiled softly. "You have family here. We would be devestated. You have lent so much strength to me since James's passing. You are one of a kind, Harry Hart, and I intend to be seeing you around for a great while yet."

Edited Date: 2016-06-23 10:06 am (UTC)

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fucking_gentleman

"I have spent an ungodly amount of time since James' death being in a come." The one of a kind, he could hardly argue. His family had always prayed not to have another like him.

He didn't lift his head. He wasn't sure he could, so he didn't try.

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grailknight

"Perhaps, but your support was both felt and greatly appreciated"

Edited Date: 2016-06-23 10:33 am (UTC)

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fucking_gentleman

"You are such a bullshit artist, Charles."

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grailknight

"I am and I will admit that freely--but not about this."

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fucking_gentleman

"My great contribution and support of being in a coma." He was starting to sound a touch belligerent again.

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grailknight

"Nonsense. The time when you weren't. Right after I heard about his death, for instance. You saw to how I was doing."

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fucking_gentleman

"I knew how you'd be doing." And that he needed to not be alone. At all. Because Charles was very dependent on the few people he was close to and losing James was going to tear him apart. Even if he wasn't going to show it.

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grailknight

"Of course you did." Harry got him to focus on the mission of finding a successor. His mind wasn't able to focus at first. He could put up a stoic exterior to some degree. He had nearly made a rude comment during the toast. He also nearly lost everything before it was over. "What did you think I was bullshitting?"

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fucking_gentleman

"About how useful and supportive I was. Given most of the time I was unconscious and I spent a good month of that on actual life support to keep me stable."

Yes, he had hacked his medical files when he was well enough. What of it?

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grailknight

Charles raised an eyebrow. "The twenty years that I've known you and a few near death experiences and you can't handle a bloody compliment."

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fucking_gentleman

"I don't like false compliments." And the mood he was in, a lot of things were going to be labelled as false.

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grailknight

"It is not false, Harry! You are very well aware that I do not let many people get close, even in the organisation." Charles was private. He prefferred the company of his friends who were his second family.