For Eggsy

Aug. 2nd, 2016 12:44 pm
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Harry went into surgery again the next morning.

It was relatively minor, compared to the other surgeries he'd had. Stitches removed, things double checked and closed up or opened up as appropriate.

He was brought back to recovery, where he responded when prompted and was moved up to his room to sleep off the sedatives. Eggsy was allowed to go and see him, once his reports were done, but they did inform him that Harry was fine and just sleeping.
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After Eggsy left, Harry organised for his own dinner and did more reviewing while he ate and let his dinner settle. After, he went to the gym and did a double load of physiotherapy, because he was determined to get back into the field as soon as humanly possible. Or a bit earlier.

After the gym was back to his rooms for a shower and actual pyjamas and a robe. Possibly followed by napping in his armchair if left to his own devices.

Eggsy was free to turn up at any point.
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Inevitably, Eggsy was sent on a mission.

Harry managed to behave for a couple of days. But by then, he was feeling much better and recovering his memory quickly and he was bored with being stuck in medical.

He went for an explore on the third day. On the fourth day, he let himself in to the firing range for some practice and when he was dragged out of there, he got into the driving course and took one of the lamborghinis for a joy ride through the estate.

Day five, Merlin had him in his office, running back up as a handler and filing paperwork, which kept him occupied and not causing havoc amongst the trainees, other agents and tech office.

Day six, Harry let himself out and went home, collecting clothes and belongings and bringing them back to the estate. He also moved himself into his room there and came in to the office dressed and put together.

Day six, Merlin was bringing Eggsy back from Germany. Harry didn't know that, but he was determined to start acting like he wasn't horribly injured.
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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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[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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