Eggsy figured he was pretty lucky. He was pushing his luck, trusting in Harry, and he was going to end up getting himself shot.

At first he didn't even hear his name, staring at the wound. Knowing it and seeing it, it wasn't the same thing and it was so hard to deal with. He just wanted to hug Harry to him and not let him go.

Shaking his head, he took Harry's hand, holding it almost tight as he used his other hand to slide thegun into the waistband of his trousers.

"Harry, listen to me. I need you to stay still, and not go around swingin' at people," he muttered softly, his voice low and rumbling.

"He's in a towel, so I'm guessing so, unless he's got a gun up his arse. It's Galahad. Don't ever assume he's not armed. Ever."

If only because that didn't mean shit in the end.