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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]

"You could have mentioned a shower before the nap," he pointed out, lifting his hand and holding it out. "Give me the gun and go shower. You got ten minutes and I'll pack for you. If you end up in sweats and my jackets, that's your own fault," he said, trying to sound like himself, like a Kingsman, and not like the panicked kid he was.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Good lad." The gun was handed over and Harry used Eggsy to pull himself upright again. "The nap wasn;t planned, I assure you."

Harry shuffled his way to the ensuite, taking a few moments to work everything out and then getting into the shower.

It took a while. Certainly more than five minutes, because he decided to sit down and have a break half way through, having not managed to get to washing his hair or shaving yet, but he was exhausted and sore and nowhere near well enough to be having the day he'd had.

[prettyballsy]

He didn't just pack sweats. Suits he liked went in the garment bag. Jeans, casual clothes, PJs and under things went into the gym bag he found. After about eight minutes, he went to the bathroom door, tapping on it. "I need to know you're conscious, Harry."

Because if he didn't get an answer, he was opening that door, even if it was locked.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes, yes, I'm conscious." The shower was off, at least. He just wasn't getting up off the stall floor. "Hang on."

He stayed where he was, watching the towel rack where there were no towels.

"Would you be a good lad and fetch me a towel or two?"

[prettyballsy]

"Sure, and I'll even try and make them full size," he said, heading to the cabinet he assumed was linens. Finding it was, he grabbed two towels, and came back. Rapping on the door.

"MY eyes are closed and everything," he called, meaning it. At least if he acted like this he wouldn't think about everything else.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Well, that's reassuring to know, but after hospital, it feels like half the city of London have wandered in on me undressed."

He didn't want to admit he couldn't get up off the floor, that the world was swimming a bit.

"Eggsy, dear boy, do you think you could raise Merlin and ask for a medical transport instead? I'm not feeling the best right now."

[prettyballsy]

He had been about to make a comment about respecting Harry. Until those words.

"Fucking goddamn..." He was cursing then, spinning around and then back. "Dammit, Harry! I told you!"

Which wasn't happening. Not at all. Yet he was handling this best he could. And he was going to hear it from Merlin that THIS was why he brought his phone and he didn't leave devices behind.

He wasn't gone long, sending the call and then coming back, shoving open the door with a towel already held up and at the ready because, dammit, everyone probably had but Eggsy wasn't going to invade like that.

"I swear when you're better, and on your feet and not having these spells, I swear to God I'm going to fucking hit you," he said, coming in to kneel down close, gaze on the flood and averted, just using his peripheral vision to get where Harry might need him."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes, yes you did tell me."

Which was not Harry apologising. At all. He did what he felt he had to.

He wasn't cold, exactly, when Eggsy came in, but he was starting to cool down. "You can hit me now, my left arm is still perfectly healthy and functional. I just need a hand getting upright and staying there."

[prettyballsy]

He made a face, wrapping the towel around Harry's shoulders. He stopped, staring at him, mouth gaping. "For God's sake, Harry. I'm not going to hit you," he said, even though he'd just said he would. "Arm around my shoulder. If you need more than that, tell me."

He had to be strong, and steady and not let himself crack over this.

[fucking_gentleman]

"You'd probably be entitled to." He held onto Eggsy and worked him with him to get upright again, then pulling the towel to wrap around his waist. "Help me put on some clothes before they get here. Please."

[prettyballsy]

"No, no I'm not." Much as he would rant about it, it didn't mean he would do that. Not to Harry.

So he helped him to his feet and moved to get him to the bedroom. Keeping him close and move to get him on the bed. "Casual or suit?" He asked, no hesitation in helping. "Harry, whatever happens, I'm on your side. You have to know that."

Which meant whatever he needed, Eggsy was there.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Casual. I'm just going to be made to strip for a medical examination when I get in." He sat on the bed with a grateful sigh and wondered what constituted 'casual' for him.

"I know you are. That I have not doubted once."

[prettyballsy]

He nodded, moving to find the most casual he could. "I'm thinking the satin jammies are a bad choice," He teased, though he grabbed a pair of sweat pants, midnight black and probably for training, and a tee shirt. Opening a drawer, getting a pair of pants and coming back over.

"How much help do you need?" He asked, not wanting to push or insist, and not commenting about the doubt. He needed to stay focused and a Kingsman. At least right now, even with all the cursing.

[fucking_gentleman]

"I can manage once I have the clothing. I'm just a bit beyond wandering around looking for it." He could dress without help, if he was careful.

He took the offered clothing. "Thank you. If you could wait out the front for them to arrive and show them up when they get here?" It would give him a chance to change and Eggsy a chance to put himself together.

[prettyballsy]

"Of course," he said with a nod. "I told you I wasn't going to look," he said, staring at Harry for a long moment. "And you're welcome," he whispered, turning on heel and all but fleeing. Not for the nudity but because he had to pull himself together before anyone who would report back could see him.

So he was standing by the door, chin up, hands clasped behind his back, expression almost hollow.

[fucking_gentleman]

"And I believe you. But someone must show them up."

Harry managed to get dressed, popped the handgun from the headboard and promptly fell asleep again, curled on his side and left hand tucked up under the pillow to conceal the fact he was armed.

The medical team arrived in a private ambulance, complete with stretcher.

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy nodded when they arrived, giving a jerk of his head. "This way, stay behind me and don't overreact." He was sure they were good at their job, but he was going to protect Harry at all costs.

So he led them up to the bedroom door, holding up his hand for them to stop. "Stay here," He said, moving into the room. He came over behind Harry, making it harder for him to get a shot in case. "Harry. It's time again," he said, chuckling at the deja vu of this.

[fucking_gentleman]

And in fairness, they weren't really expecting to find Galahad actually alive and sleeping on the other side of the door.

He did give a small moan of protest this time. He needed the rest badly and his body was objecting to not being allowed to get it. He buried his face further into the pillow and sighed slightly. His hand slid out, rubbing his face absently with the handgun.

Because of course he'd found another gun.

[prettyballsy]

"I know. You can sleep in the ambulance, and then after Merlin has them poke and... Could you not have a gun in your face," he hissed, glaring as he put his hand on it to stop it. "Harry, seriously. Don't do that to me."

Because that just sent his heart racing and he was pretty sure if he had been alone, he'd have puked.

[fucking_gentleman]

It was maybe the ultimate sign of how not well Harry was that he let Eggsy take the gun with no further protest, eye barely opening and then closing again. "... 'kay."

The medical team peeked and then moved in, professional and quiet. Harry was moved onto the stretcher still on his comforter, rather than trying to move him off. He was wrapped up, monitors attached and the eye patch removed so they could check his injury.

Two months on, the eye socket was still bruised, swollen and stitched and taped up. The lids weren't sunken, suggesting his eye was still under them, but how functional that eye was was another matter. There was evidence of multiple surgeries around the socket and temple and then it was all gone from view as padding and bandaging was being applied.

He stirred as his face was touched, one hand reaching to try and hit a nurse, who caught it and held it to the side. "Gawain, hold that hand before he tries to hit someone again. I want an iv for hydration and pain control before we move him to the ambulance. Galahad, please refrain from hitting the medical staff. He is unarmed, correct?"

Unarmed was important. He was bad enough unarmed, they didn't need him producing a weapon.

[prettyballsy]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

One of the staff murmured something that might have been 'I wouldn't be surprised' but was lost in a call of units and ccs.

Eventually, the hand was taken back, with some grasping from Harry, and he was buckled into the stretcher for transport.

They hurried him down to the waiting ambulance and, with a promise that Eggsy could visit once he was stable and settled in, they took off down the road.

On the plus side, Harry was now going to be installed in Kingsman medical.

[prettyballsy]

The moment the ambulance left, he was in the stolen car. Not giving a damn about laws, about driving properly, just getting back there so that he could plan himself outside the doors to medical.

If Merlin wanted a word with him, he'd have to find him there because he had no plans to move. Not any time soon.

[fucking_gentleman]

Eggsy wasn't allowed into medical until they'd finished treating Harry. He was sedated for everyone's safety and his wounds checked, cleaned and redressed. They got him into a pair of proper pyjamas like he'd prefer and only then was his room opened to visitors, knowing that the sedation was off and he'd be slowly coming around.

It was not so dissimilar from the time he had spent in here in coma, except he was merely a bit scruffy, and distinctly under weight compared to his former muscle.

[prettyballsy]

The moment they gave him clearance, he was there, standing at Harry's door. Filling it, not willing to let anyone past him at that point.

Suited, hair perfect, no glasses and holding himself still and steady, watching Harry until he came to. He should likely have taken a chair, done more than stand guard, but he was there, in Kingsman's halls and holding himself as such.