The sight of Professor Arnold's head exploding before the feed cut out was all Merlin had to go on. In the past month he had watched the feed hundreds of time, trying to decode it, hoping somewhat unrealistically that if he figured it all out from behind his desk, the man lying prone in the next room would wake up. For the hundredth time that day he cursed his friend Harry Hart for not handing over his passwords to his home feed, cursing him for being the recluse he was and not trusting anyone with the codes even if it wasn't him. Merlin resolved that once his friend had recovered he would take him out, find him a friend. And if that failed he would at least get the prick laid, he needed it.
The soft squeak of rubber on linoleum and gentle opening of his door alerted him to another presence. It stopped, scuffed slightly near the doorway before a voice joined the noise, "Hey guv, could you tell me where the hospital area is. You've rearranged since I was last here." It said confidently, though the undertone of nervousness was obvious. "Uh yeah it's-" Merlin looked up from his screen to the person he was addressing, "Who the hell are you? And how the hell did you get into my bloody office?" he said indignantly upon sighting the man standing by the door, clad in cap, puff jacket and winged sneakers. In response the person held up a key card, "through the front door bruv. Hospital?' he prompted again, obviously assuming that that was enough explanation. Zeroing in with his glasses Merlin read the card to say 'Galahad: Complete Access.' He stalked forward, snatching the card out of the boy's hand, "And where exactly did you get this?" before he could torture the answer out of the unknown an alarm went off on his computer. It was one he had recently installed alerting him that Harry was awake, "Stay here, I'll be right back." He said, marching out of the room. As he opened the door to the hospital, he was shoved over by the kid following him, despite his order, who then charged into the room and over to Galahad's bed.
After a few moments of shock at the audacity of this person's behaviour had passed did Merlin march into the room, which by this time contained an awake and surprisingly smiling Harry and the chav curled up with him on the bed. "Morning Merlin." Harry said in a tired but chirpy voice, stroking the young man's hair, having removed the cap and placed it on his bedside table. "You had better start explaining Galahad." Merlin tried to retain a calm and authoritative voice. The recently wakened prick just smiled at him, as if he were the innocent one and Merlin was stirring up a fuss for no reason, "Merlin, let me introduce you to my fiancé, Eggsy Unwin. Eggsy this is Merlin, our technical support on missions. I'm guessing I've been in a coma for a month, going by Eggsy being here, am I correct?"
"Now hold on a fucking minute!" he growled, "When on god's green earth did you, Workaholic, loner recluse Harry Galahad Hart have the time between all your bloody missions to not only find a person who could put up with you but date and propose to someone?"
"Well I think that may be a story for another time." Harry smirked with an impish grin, "Shall we get back to work?"