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[fucking_gentleman]

[Continued from here]

Harry was not aware of the fight that happened when Eggsy went back to HQ.

He wasn't aware that Merlin had visited him twice since he woke up from his coma, because both times his brain had struggled with the damage and flood of memories and promptly failed to cope. He never managed to make an actual memory of Merlin's visits, because his memory centres had been too inflamed at that stage.

He may never know how gutted Merlin was to find that Harry was alive, but still just as gone as before and that he had agreed with the treating specialists to give Harry space to heal and recover before they did anything about trying to get his memory recovered.

Harry was not as well recovered as Harry thought he was, or managed to present.

But it was agreed that they wouldn't move him from where he was. The staff there were briefed on his situation, there was security in place and it wasn't worth the fight with both Eggsy AND Harry to get him moved.

Eggsy was told not to visit, to let Harry recover physically.

Harry, on the other hand, got out to the phone and managed to dial the number on the back of the medal and then gave what he assumed was the pass code of Oxfords, not Brogues.

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[fucking_gentleman]

"Three days," Harry decided. "Come back in three days. I have tests and physical therapy for the next couple of days and I'll be miserable company after it."

He needed a bit of time to work some things out for himself.

[prettyballsy]

"Three days. By then I might not be chained to the bed," he said, giving a nod and a wink, definitely not serious. At least he hoped not.

"Harry? Please don't push yourself too hard. It's because of you I'm this determined," he pointed out, because he suspected Harry would do the same thing.

[fucking_gentleman]

"I have a small army of nurses and doctors telling me exactly how hard I should or should not push myself. I'll be fine."

Hopefully, in and out before he was noticed as missing. Or not.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy leaned in hugging him once more quickly before backing up and straightening. "Right so... Three days," he said, giving a nod. "And course you'll be fine. You're Harry Hart," he said, knowing he was acting like a sappy idiot, but he couldn't help himself.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry gave him a tight squeeze back and then leaned into his bed again. "Three days," he agreed quietly.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy turned, heading for the door. He stopped, glancing back. He stared at Harry for a moment and then he was gone. A stop at the nurse's station, and then he was out a side door, disappearing into the crowd. Half an hour and he'd be back at the tailor shop, braced for what would happen and not giving a damn. It was worth it.