Harry woke up…properly woke up not that crap where he twitched and moaned and made Eggsy's heart clench a few days later. It was the proper awake where his brown eyes caught Eggsy's. Eggsy felt his face split in a grin.

"Hey, Harry," he said, sliding forward in his chair.

Harry blinked at him a few times, the corner of his mouth quirking up on the left. He didn't say anything though, looking around the room slowly instead.

"You're in Kentucky," Eggsy said, reaching out for the button that would call the nurses to the room.

Harry nodded. "Eggsy…" the older man said slowly.

Two nurses walked into the room before Eggsy knew what else Harry was going to say and he was immediately shuffled out of the room.

When they finally let Eggsy back in Harry was asleep again. He took a moment to appreciate the slight different hue of pale to Harry's skin and the streak of grey in his hair that moving had caused to peek out.

"He's responsive," the doctor said, never looking at Eggsy. "He was able to answer basic questions."

"Like what?" Eggsy asked – he hated this doctor. The wanker spent most of his time ignoring Eggsy and looked down his nose at the younger man. Eggsy was used to it back home but he was biting his tongue and hadn't told the doctor to go fuck himself with a piece of medical equipment only because he was caring for Harry.

The doctor's eyes flicked up. "We asked him the standard questions for anyone with a head wound."

"What type of questions?" Eggsy asked, refusing to accept the doctor's obvious brush off.

The doctor's mouth pinched.

"Do not punch him," Roxy's voice whispered in his ear and Eggsy just resisted the urge to react to her voice. "He's not worth it."

"Well?" Eggsy asked, letting his accent get as thick as possible.

"When a person wakes up from a head wound we ask questions to establish what they remember of their surroundings including their mother's name, their name, the town they are in, as well as being able to work out the day of the week it is, and recalling a series of random words."

"Okay."

The doctor didn't bother to ask if Eggsy had any other questions, he just slipped from the room.

"He's asking to be decked, Rox," Eggsy said into the room, knowing that Roxy was listening.

"He was rather condescending."

"Where's Merlin?" Eggsy asked, knowing that the other man would have been more compassionate to him.

"He's sorting out Arthur-related issues."

"And he left you with his computers."

"I'm persuasive."

"Good for you."

"You don't sounds happy, Eggsy. Harry woke up – he spoke to you."

Eggsy shrugged, knowing she wouldn't know – knowing she wouldn't understand that he didn't just want Harry to wake up. He couldn't be happy until he got Harry back to England – to his comfortably swish home with the stupid stuffed dog in the loo and the safety of the newly culled Kingsman. He wouldn't be happy until he mother was well rid of Dean and his goons. He wouldn't be happy until they named him Galahad and he and Roxy were saving the world. He'd had a lot of time to think while he'd been sitting next to Harry's hospital bed and he knew how he was going to achieve almost everything on his list…except perhaps finding his way into that rather large bed he'd spied in Harry's bedroom.

"You are hopeless, Eggsy." Roxy's voice heavy with exasperation. "I'm here if you want to chat."

Eggsy went back to watching Harry breathe.

/\/\/\

Harry woke up again just after Eggsy came back into the room following dinner.

"Everything has been normal," Merlin informed Eggsy as the younger man sat down. He was full but unsatisfied by whatever he'd just eaten. He slipped the glasses he'd left there for Merlin back on and felt better knowing that he was connected to Kingsman again even if he had been wearing an earpiece for almost a straight week.

"Thanks, Merlin."

"The doctor who has been treating our future Arthur's computer has recently been infected with a delightful virus I believe you would appreciate."

Eggsy smiled. "You know, you're the exact type of computer nutter that I can get behind, Merlin."

"Eggsy."

Eggsy's head snapped up and looked at Harry, watching him.

"Harry," he smiled. He reached out and slid his fingers through the other man's.

"Why are you thanking Merlin?"

Eggsy grinned and winked at Harry. "He was doing his avenging angel bit, yeah."

Harry smiled.

Eggsy wanted to say something but he had no idea what to actually say. Then his mouth opened without any real thought. "You better not pull that shite again, Harry, or I'm gonna be fucking mad and I will pull an Orpheus to come get you."

Harry smiled. "You are a constant surprise, Eggsy."

Eggsy smirked at him. "Damn straight, Arthur."

Harry frowned. "What?"

Eggsy grimaced. "Nothing."

"Eggsy," Harry said, his weak voice hitting that tone that made Eggsy think about sore, hot, freshly punished skin.

"I killed Arthur."

Harry looked stunned and Eggsy was suddenly reminded that Harry had almost died.

"I had to, it's was him or me, and I'm always going to choose me," Eggsy knew he was lying and that the group of people that he would choose over himself included the man in front of him and the person currently in his ear watching everything. Harry looked at him like he understood what Eggsy wasn't saying. "He was in Valentine's back pocket. He's the reason you almost died. I'd kill 'im again."

Harry's eyes grew sad.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know he-"

Harry lifted his free hand to stop Eggsy talking. "How did you know?"

"The scar."

"I knew you were the right candidate," Harry said, dropping his hand. "Did you stop Valentine?"

"Killed him meself," Eggsy said, looking Harry in the eye. "I did it in your suit."

Harry grinned. "And the headline?"

Eggsy shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the folded up front page. Ashes to Ashes, Dust To English Cricket.

Eggsy preened under Harry's impressed expression.

Harry yawned.

"You need to rest."

"I do believe you are right."

"We need to get you healed up," Eggsy said, letting go of Harry's hand. "The sooner the better, and then we can get you back to England, Kingsman, and your suits. After all, a gentleman should never been seen in a backless hospital gown."

Harry made a face at him but his eyes were drooping and Eggsy knew the other man was about to fall asleep.

"I'll be here when you wake up," Eggsy promised.

Harry smiled, blinked slowly, and then fell asleep.

/\/\/\