Of course Eggsy would start feeling ill mid-mission. It was a just-his-luck kind of thing to wake for his surveillance turn to immediately vomit into the trashcan by the bed. He barely manages to stay steady on the bed and keep his head in the bin, when Harry is settling a hand over his shoulder to help him.

"Eggsy?" he asks, but the younger agent was too busy being ill to answer yet. He shook as he dry-heaved for another minute before finally it passed.

"I guess the food don't agree wit me here," he says, grimacing as the thought of food makes him queasy.

"Is is over? Are you still feeling ill?" Harry looks mussy in the Iraq heat, and nearly ill himself at the smell of Eggsy's morning wake up call.

"I'm okay. Here, I'll clean it up," Eggsy starts to move when Harry is all ready pushing him back to the bed.

"I've got it. Rest," Harry states and takes up the bin and heads to the loo to clean up. Eggsy can't and won't state how grateful he is, because he still feels exhausted even after a four hour rest. He shouldn't be this tired, it isn't normal and he knows that he will probably have to sit through a check up when they return to HQ.

Harry returns after a moment and presses a cool cloth to Eggsy's forehead, by cool he means luke warm but it feels amazing in the heat.

"Perhaps we should abort if you aren't feeling well," Harry murmurs.

"Don't be ridiculous, 'arry. No one can be here in time to intercept the package. We're here and we can do it. I'm fine," Eggsy insists.

It doesn't help that he's trying to convince not only the new Arthur of Kingsman but also his very overprotective boyfriend.

"If you're sure," Harry mutters, before standing and returning to the bathroom.

There was also that. Eggsy didn't know what had happened in the last three weeks but their relationship had become strained. Harry seemed more and more determined to draw away from him. Eggsy had tried to keep up appearances because the thought of losing Harry again-he still had nightmares about the bullet finding it's mark instead of going wide and only grazing the side of Harry's head-well the thought made him want to be ill or violent or maybe just cry. All three actually sounded pretty good.

After this mission, Eggsy thinks, then they would sit down and have a nice talk. He couldn't take this distant and cold lover. It didn't sit any better than the food did.

Still just a bit longer and they could figure it all out.

Turns out Eggsy's luck was running more toward the shit side than he previously thought. Which explained why 16 hours later he was sitting up in Medical; getting four stitches to the temple and eight to the shoulder.

"Harry said you vomited before the interception. Are you still feeling ill?" Merlin asks, gathering up a needle and several small vials.

"It comes and goes. I thought it was the food, but maybe I caught something," Eggsy admits. He feels fine but after throwing up again after the ensuing chaos of the fight and again on the plane, he was willing to concede that it was more than just the food.

"How long has it been going on?" Merlin asks, drawing up some blood.

Eggsy scratches the side of his head- the side without stitches thankfully- and shrugs. "Ten days?" he mumbles.

Merlin's disapproving look shows how well that news goes over. He shakes his head and puts a swab over the spot before drawing out the needle. They don't need the site because of the IV started in his other arm.

"Symptoms?"

"Vomiting and fatigue. A few headaches but nothing that don't go wit the job, bruv," he says, trying to settle in when the doc bandages up his shoulder where the guy had gotten lucky with a knife.

"You should have reported this sooner, Eggsy," Merlin scolds.

"Yes, Da," Eggsy says, rolling his eyes. They share a smile, and Merlin pats his leg as he gets up to go run tests.

It takes a few hours to get results from everything, and by then Roxy and Gawain had stopped through. Gawain had brought grapes and Rox had grabbed up a bouquet from who knew where. It was tradition for them to get flowers for the other if they were in Medical. They had an understanding that flowers were for getting better not for grave-sides so if they wanted flowers they had to stay alive.

When it was getting late in the afternoon, Harry finally knocked on Eggsy's door. He invited the older man in, angling up for a kiss on the mouth, but not getting one when Harry simply got comfortable in the visitor's chair.

"Everything alright, 'arry?" Eggsy asks.

"Eggsy, I think that we should talk," Harry says, and fiddles with his cuffs.

"Yeah, should def do that," Eggsy says, and is proud of the way his voice doesn't waver.

"I think that I may need to take a-a break from our relationship as it is," Harry says, and he firmly meets Eggsy's stare. His eyes look sad and angry and Eggsy wonders what he's done to inspire such feelings.

"A break? What's does that mean?" he asks, and suddenly he find the lining of his blanket fascinating because he can't stand to watch this happen.

"I just need some time to sort out my feelings, Eggsy. It doesn't mean that I don't care for you-I do deeply care for you," Harry seems to emphasize this point which doesn't make Eggsy feel any better.

"But we won't be together while you sort these feelins' out yeah?" Eggsy swallows down the tightness in his throat. He can't believe he wanted to know what was going on with Harry and now he'd do anything to forget it all.

"I'm sorry, Eggsy. I know this isn't fair to you, but there are things that I'm finding myself doing right now that I don't understand and I need to sort myself out before I can continue being your partner and lover," Harry explains so precisely and Eggsy can't hear confusion in his voice. He thinks it's pretty clear what Harry's feelings are.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says, and wipes away an lone tears that starts to leave his left eye. He clears his throat and looks pointedly to the flowers that Roxy got him because they're tulips and he adores that she found some when they were off-season.

"I-" Harry cuts himself off, before he stands. "I hope you feel better, Eggsy. Please feel free to come to me if you need anything."

Eggsy nods and keeps wiping at the tears that bitterly won't leave him alone. Harry makes a quick exit. The young Kingsman makes it five seconds after a quick text to Roxy for emergency shoulder before he starts to cry into his pillow.

A knock on the door makes Eggsy sit up and wipe away the tears.

"Enter," he calls, hoping Roxy had still been in the building and had come to his aid.

"Eggsy, good, I was afraid I had woken you. I got the results back and I wanted to deliver them in person. I can get Harry if you want?" Merlin offers, he notes the redness around his friend's eyes and wonders what's he's missed.

"Don't think he'll be arsed enough to care about hearin' I got the flu anymore, Merlin," Eggsy admits. Shock settles over the older man, and he frowns before rubbing his bald head.

"Oh, Eggsy, I am sorry. This news maybe won't be the best then," Merlin says, and sits in the chair.

"Just spit it out. Can't be worst than the news I just got, ta," he says.

"Well, first, I should ask, you were tested to be a Carrier, correct?" Merlin asks.

"Yeah, when I was little, but they said I was in Class Two," Eggsy says, brow furrowing trying to remember all the pamphlets about being a Male Carrier. Class Two meant that he was practically infertile as a Carrier but that he still had the organs and such.

"There have been a lot of recent studies showing that Class Two Carriers were not always properly classed. The tests were often insufficient which often lead to many Carrier being put in Class Two when really they were Class One," Merlin shifts a bit at the end, and looks down at the file in his hands.

"Okay, what's this got to do wit my flu, bruv?" Eggsy asks.

"Eggsy, I have to ask, did you ever not use protection with Harry?" Merlin asks.

"Once or twice a while back, but I don't understand what does this have to-" Eggsy stops as suddenly it clicks in place like a key opening a lock. Not always properly classed. Not use protection with Harry.

"Oh bloody fuck," Eggsy gasps, before he covers his face with both hands.

"Yes, indeed. Congratulations," Merlin says, and sighs.

"I know this isn't the time, but Eggsy, you are only nine weeks along, if you decide you don't want the baby…" The older man barely has time to grab up a basin and put it under Eggsy's head before he vomits again.

"I'm sorry, Eggsy. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said." Merlin gets a clean cloth and helps the younger man get cleaned up.

"Forgive me," he says, when Eggsy is better again.

"It's okay," Eggsy says, but he sounds hollowed out. "I don't think I could get rid of it, Merlin."

"I understand. I just wanted to make sure you knew you had options," he explained. "Would you like me to get Roxy?"

"She's here," a voice pipes up as the door opens up. She takes one look at both of them and sighs. "Alright, somebody start from the beginning," she says, sliding a chair up next to Merlin's.

Eggsy waves a hand at Merlin to tell what he knows. He's not ready to speak, but doesn't resist when Roxy's hand scoops up his after the first few sentences of Merlin's story. He doesn't leave out that Harry has ended the relationship, Eggsy might explain that later, but now, he just puts his hand on his lower stomach and tries to think of something other than the tiny life depending solely on him.

A few tears slide down his face as he thinks sadly that the little one isn't even out in the real world and all ready down to one parent. Life was too cruel sometimes.