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0_0_7He hadn't been nervous until he'd found himself in a gown with pen marks on his skin. Laid back on a gurney in medical, a strap across his chest to secure him, that was when he looked to Q.
"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.
Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.
"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.
"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.
Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.
"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.