Frowning, he dropped his suitcase on the ground, calling out for someone who wouldn't answer. Had she gone out? He didn't think she would, not in her condition. And if...if it were time, she'd call, wouldn't she?
"Sarah?" Silence. He sits on the couch, pushing his hands through his hair. He needed a drink. He always needed a drink after these missions. He'd manage to get through without any cuts or injuries, thank goodness, but it had been close. Very close.
He was settling into something close to calm when his cell phone rang. Being James Bond, he's far too dignified and with it to jump--but he had come close. Very close. He answers the call.
A few seconds later, he's headed out the door, in the car, and driving very quickly to the hospital.
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Date: 2007-12-31 05:04 am (UTC)Frowning, he dropped his suitcase on the ground, calling out for someone who wouldn't answer. Had she gone out? He didn't think she would, not in her condition. And if...if it were time, she'd call, wouldn't she?
"Sarah?" Silence. He sits on the couch, pushing his hands through his hair. He needed a drink. He always needed a drink after these missions. He'd manage to get through without any cuts or injuries, thank goodness, but it had been close. Very close.
He was settling into something close to calm when his cell phone rang. Being James Bond, he's far too dignified and with it to jump--but he had come close. Very close. He answers the call.
A few seconds later, he's headed out the door, in the car, and driving very quickly to the hospital.