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The alarm was sounded at eleven in the morning, the day after Eggsy visited.

The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.

He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.

With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.

By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.

"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."

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That was all he needed. Striding forward, coming to stand by his bed.

"Told you I wouldn't let you take you back," he admitted, honest and not hiding the truth of his words. "Merlin came by. Be thankful you slept through it? How are you feeling?"

Harry closed his eyes again, making some vague motion towards the chair next to him, for Eggsy to sit.

"Like I might have over extended myself," he admitted. "But the pain relief they're giving me is excellent. I am sorry if I frightened you."

He took that then, moving to pull the chair over so that he could sit down. Settling in, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

"Frightened me? Naw. Never," he said with a smirk, lying smoothly. "What would get me scared. You've already proven you don't die."

Harry blindly reached out to try and take Eggsy's hand. Like before, he didn't really mean to do it, but he thought about it and just did it and he didn't really feel any shame about that.

"That's good then. I'd hate to cause you more distress than I already have."

No hesitation, curling his fingers around Harry's. Holding his hand, letting his thumb brush over the back of the other agent's hand.

"As if, Harry. Don't worry about that and just worry about getting better and making Merlin sigh more."

"If Merlin claims I'm the reason that he went bald, he's probably right." It was murmured softly, not really connected to the words. Which so far had been the only way he'd really remembered anything.

He held onto Eggsy's hand, grateful for a bit of human contact that he'd been sorely lacking. "You know, they say that contact with another person or a cat speeds healing."

"Yeah well, you're not taking my hair," he said, rubbing his free hand over his hair. "So don't think you're getting to me like you did him," he said, still fighting to hold himself together, knowing they were being watched.

"Well, my luck your'e allergic to cats then," he said, then arching a brow. "Are you?"

"No idea," he responded blithely. "Probably not? Do you think they'd let me have a razor for a shave? I have a tremble in my right hand, but since I seem to be ambidextrous, that seems to be much less of an issue."

"And risk you falling and slicing your throat? You really think they're going to let you do that?"

He made a face, chuckling. "I'll get you one. Anything else?"

"I'll sit down to do it." He glanced to Eggsy. "Thank you. I'd also like a pen and note book. I need to start sorting out my thoughts and memories as they happen. And right now, I could murder a cup of tea, since I don't think I'm allowed anything stronger with the medication I'm on."

"I can get you those things," he offered, giving a nod. "Including the tea," he said, meaning it. "Though you never know, they might make me keep it tepid, all for your sake," he said, smiling. "As for stronger, I can't risk it without knowing what you're one."

Damn but he was working to hold himself together, trying to be a responsible Kingsman. For Harry's sake, not Merlin's.

"I know. Not advisable with a head injury anyway." He shifted their hands slightly to lace their fingers together and sank a bit more into the pillows. "That sounds good... I might have a little sleep."

That felt good, and odd, and perfect, and dammit, Harry that wasn't Hart but was. Shifting, leaning into that hold and watching him intently.

"You do that. I'll sit here and consider making you tea. And maybe getting roxe to bring me some."

Harry hummed softly, head tipping back into the pillow and fingers slowly loosening their grip.

He had thoroughly over done and was lucky if he didn't set back his recovery with stunts like that. But, in the end, he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. He made them take him home, with Eggsy.

He stayed right there, his fingers still holding Harry's. He should sleep. Or get something to eat. Not to mention a debriefing he had ignored by standing outside of medical.

Instead he stayed where he was, not letting go of his fingers. He just wanted to stay there, be with him. Especially since Harry had reached for him before he fell asleep.

Harry was mostly unconscious in various forms until the next morning. He woke up once, demanded to get up to use the bathroom, came back and declared that the sun was too close before passing out again. He had developed a fever form his exertions, which was brought under control with a few hours of care but caused a bit of concern until that was achieved.

He slept the rest of the night. Eggsy was chased out to go and shower and get changed in the morning, and it was suggested he might want to get some tea or coffee or breakfast.

Suggested strongly if he didn't want to be banned for twenty four hours.

When he'd get back, Merlin was sitting in with Harry, head somewhat bowed as they spoke softly to each other. Merlin must have been in shock or just too thankful to protest that every now and then, Harry would reach out and touch his scalp, patting with his fingertips.

He hadn't wanted to leave. Not for anything. Sleeping uncomfortably in the chair, getting what he could. That suggestion was met with the sullen look of the boy he'd been before the Kingsman, not well slept or well cared for enough to still the look.

So he went and showered, drank enough coffee to make himself feel slightly ill and ate some sausage just for the protein. Not healthy not taking care of himself, but after the fever scare, he didn't care.

When he came to the door he had a tray in hand, a pot and a cup on it, steam rising from the pot. He paused then, not realizing Harry wasn't alone.

"I can come back," he said, turning on heel, dressed somberly in his suit once more.

Merlin straightened up immediately. Eggsy and Roxy were closer to him than any agent except Harry, but he was still not ready to show that sort of weakness.

"I have briefings to put together. Try and keep him in the room if not in bed." Merlin left in a hurry, not looking at Eggsy.

Harry looked better. Sharper. A more natural colour. "Please, come in. I hope that's for me and not just some new and terribly torture devised to punish me for yesterday's stunt."

Eggsy worried they were on edge. So close after they lost Harry and saved the world but they had fought and Eggsy wasn't acting like the agent he had been.

So he winced when Merlin hopped up to head out. Especially without making eye contact.

He came closer, glancing back at the door. "How much trouble am I in if he ain't even looking at me?" He asked, sounding uncertain then as he moved to set the tray on the bed, looking to Harry.

"Much as you don't deserve it for yesterday, course it's for you."

Harry shuffled to make space for Eggsy next to him on the bed. Having discovered human contact, he had also discovered he was quite missing it and it helped him feel centred.

"He's not angry at you. Merlin doesn't like to be seen at anything less than his polished best." He didn't was to let Merlin's secrets slip, but if it took that to make Eggsy settle, he would. "He was a bit... emotional."

He settled on, careful not to jostle the tray. Nervous, not certain if that was what Harry wanted. Yet he wanted to be near him, and wasn't willing to waste that.

"What was not polished best about that?" He frowned, not seeing Merlin different, not for being with his friend. "He apologize for leavin you?"

Harry tilted his bent knees to rest against Eggsy, making it clear he was intended to be sitting there.

"His eyes were notably red rimmed, Eggsy," Harry said softly. That was what Merlin had been hiding. Don't make him say it out loud, Eggsy.

"Amongst other things. But yes, he apologised for leaving me alone at the hospital once he understood my problem with it."

That was... new and comforting and dammit, but Eggsy realized he liked that. His hand curled lightly against the curve of his knee, settling there comfortably.

"As if I'd have noticed," he said, rolling his eyes, not nodding. "Or said a thing. I was distracted visually checking you to see how you was," he pointed out.

"Good. Glad. You two should work on whatcha had before," he said with a nod. "Until then though, drink your tea before I drink it."

"He is... vaguely familiar." It was about as close as Harry ever got to remembering at this stage. "I'm sleeping better here, as well. I never slept well in the hospital. I don't think anyone sleeps well in a hospital, in fairness.

"And by all accounts, my eye is still healing and the pins are holding solid. Which is even better."

He picked up his cup with his left hand, sipping it. "Mm. Lady Grey?"

"That's a start. What I am, after all," he said, figuring jokes would be helpful. "Good, and we'll keep you here. Even if I have to fight for that," he said, meaning it. He would. He knew now, he needed Henry here.

"I saw... I saw it, without the pathc. I..." He shook his head, bowing his head as he bit at his lip. Taking a breath, pulling himself back together as he raised his head, lifted his gaze.

"As I recall, it is your morning preference, right?"

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