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[fucking_gentleman]

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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[prettyballsy]

He winced, drawing his shoulders in and staring at the floor. "Nothing. Nevermind. Don't think about it, but maybe we shouldn't talk about that now."

Because fucking hell, he was being an idiot and now he was going to have to admit to killing him. Fuck.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Eggsy." It was a warning tone. "You can't hide things from me, you realise."

[prettyballsy]

He didn't look up, staring at the floor. He was wrinkling his suit and he knew that, so he shifted, straightening his shoulders, his gaze on the wall before him.

"He was with Valentine. He tried to poison me with a toast to you. I am faster than he can imagine," he said, words formal and clipped.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Chester was-"

It crashed around him. Chester had sent him to that church, almost certainly knowing what would happen. He sent him to be killed and he probably did it specifically to get Harry out of the way.

He rubbed his hand over his face. "I see. I hope you recorded the look on the bastard's face as he died so I can see it."

[prettyballsy]

Chester was..

Dammit, but Eggsy didn't want to be the one to tell him that. He never wanted him to know. Not because of what Eggsy had been forced to do, but what his friend had done to him.

"He was feeling pretty smug until he realized my sleight of hand was better than his smugness," he said, still not looking at Harry. "It was at the table, so Merlin has it."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Good." Harry's vehemence was understandable, but he wasn't used to feeling so angry. "James died. He was cut in half. I spent the night with Alistair, letting him drink himself into oblivion. They had to stitch him together to transport his body back to England."

He was starting to remember things. Which wasn't entirely a good thing.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy jerked, shifting to look at Harry more fully. "If it helps, she died too. The one with the weird ass metal razor legs." Not just died. Killed by Eggsy but to him that didn't matter. Not at all. What mattered is Harry knew they were taken care of.

"We can talk about something else."

[fucking_gentleman]

"... I don't know who that is," he admitted. "I don't remember her."

His right hand was absently kneading JB's neck, but he looked slightly lost. Like he wasn't sure about anything.

[prettyballsy]

"Given what she tried to do to me and what they told me later, she was the one that killed him," he said, frowning at the look on Harry's face.

Rising and moving to come and stand beside Harry's bed, leaning over him. "Let's talk about something else. Okay? We can talk about anything, but let's not worry about this."

More formal then, feeling something had changed from how good everything felt earlier. In his mind, his thought was that he was going to come to realize just what he had felt before, and how different it was.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry's hand snapped out, grabbing hold of Eggsy and holding onto him, something like fear in his eyes even if he wiped the expression from his face.

"I don't remember," he said softly. "But I'm aware of what I don't remember. I think it might be worse than remembering nothing."

[prettyballsy]

"Whoa whoa. Harry. Shhhh." He leaned in, wrapping his arm around him as he could, trying to hold him close. "You're remembering more and more every day," he whispered. "And it's gonna to come back to you. I promise. I see you remembering things, Harry. You'll be you sooner than you know."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I don't like this." He rested his head against Eggsy. In his lap, JB was starting to get anxious, aware that there was high emotions in the room.

"I want to remember. But the process isn't much fun."

[prettyballsy]

"I know. I know. It fucking sucks," he said, meaning it, even if it didn't offer much. Holding him now with both arms, lightly stroking over his shoulders, along the upper part of his back.

"Take it slower then. Let it happen as it happens. There's no rush, Harry. No making yourself sick."

[fucking_gentleman]

"It happens as it happens." No control over it, he just woke up with more memories than he had had before sleep.

He pressed his cheek into Eggsy's chest, willing his right hand to stop shaking.

[prettyballsy]

"But if anyone can do this, you can," he whispered. One hand moved, sliding over his shoulder and moving to take that hand with his hand. Not holding it tight, just offering that comfort as well.

"Besides, you're not alone. And not just because Merlin spies on people." He was trying for the joke, hoping to be amusing.

[fucking_gentleman]

It drew a weak snort of amusement from Harry. "I'm actually in a terrible amount of pain," he confessed in a soft whisper, close to Eggsy. "And it's steadily increasing to the point of nausea, but please don't move."

[prettyballsy]

"Bloody fucking hell, Harry." He snarled the words, soft though, his arm tightening a little bit around him. "Let me get them to get you a sedative, Harry. How long has it been hurting?"

Because if this is always and not just with these memories, he was going to have a fit. "Let me get someone to take care of you. I won't leave until you're asleep. Okay? I'll stay right here. Hold you." And try and not curse or cry.

[fucking_gentleman]

"No sedative." He didn't want a sedative. He would accept a pain killer or something anti nausea, but he didn't want to be unconscious again. He held on tightly, not letting Eggsy move away. "Lights down, no sound, but not a sedative."

[prettyballsy]

He didn't say anything for a long time, and then...

"Merlin? I need the lights down and the screen off. Can you have someone bring up something for nausea and pain. The tests were a bit much," he said, utterly Gawain and formal and knowing Merlin wasn't buying that reason.

[fucking_gentleman]

Eggsy's glasses went live, connection opening up. "Aye, I'll adjust it and a nurse is on the way with his medication. Try and get him lying down, last time this happened in the hospital, he had a seizure shortly after admitting to the pain."

[prettyballsy]

"Yes sir." No hesitation there. He had called on Merlin after all, he would act like a Kingsman. Not to mention because of what he had been told, he's been rethinking how he acted towards Merlin.

"Harry. Come on. Let me move JB and then I'm going to be right here with you. Okay?" He had an idea and would do what he needed to. Shifting, staying close but moving to pick up the dog so he could shift him carefully to the floor. He didn't want him jumping and hurting himself, dammit.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry let him go with a bit of reluctance, but the lights went down and the screen off. Harry sighed slightly, watching as JB was lifted down to the floor again.

"You spoil him."

[prettyballsy]

Settling JB down, he chuckled. "Yep, I do. I gave up everything for him, I should spoil him for it," he said, but he moved up as far as he could, settling in at the head of Harry's bed. One butt cheek on the bed, leg curled and the other on the floor, bracing himself. It wasn't going to be comfortable. Not at all, but it would let Harry lay down and stay close.

"Lay back and rest your head here," he said, petting his chest. "I'll stay right here with you," he said, making that vow. "Lay back for me, Harry? I'll say please."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry shifted to the side to give Eggsy more space to sit down on before using him as a pillow. He tugged him closer and then tucked himself in against the young man, head on his chest and eyes closing.

A nurse knocked and stepped in with a small cup of tablets and one of water. "Up, Galahad, swallow these and you can go back to sleep on Gawain."

He grumbled and pushed himself up right enough to do what he was told.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy didn't take up much, leaving Harry as much room as he could. Chuckling at that tug, then another one when the door opened. Except it was nervous. He trusted Merlin's discretion, but he had to accept that eventually all of this would be talked about. He could only hope, for Harry's sake, they wrote it up to recovery.

Eggsy stayed still, only taking a moment to unbutton his jacket but not worrying about taking it off. Just offering himself to Harry so he could rest.