Things hadn't gone as planned for Le Chiffre. He had thought it all through;
Get Bond to follow at high-speed, check
Leave scared little Vesper in the road, check
Bond crash, check
The problem however, was that he hadn't woken up and there was rather a lot of blood coming from his head. There his plan failed. Le Chiffre couldn't torture a man who was unconscious and so the ship torture was abandoned. He sent Kratt to get the money from Vesper and after a few rather painful hours on her part, Le Chiffre figured it out, James Bond would have picked something simple so that he could dangle in front of the accountant...it was her name. Vesper had been dispatched rather quickly after that and Kratt had set about disposing of the body.

Kratt had on several occasions recommended killing Bond but that was never going to happen, Le Chiffre knew it was in his best interests to kill Bond and send him back to MI6 with a note saying I win but he could not bring himself to kill a man in a coma, he physically couldn't kill the man he had fallen in love with. Le Chiffre was back in the black but there were still people who wanted him dead and that was more than just MI6, a lot more. Using his genius Le Chiffre dispersed his men, well killed most of them, all except Kratt, Kratt was loyal. Valenka had been killed too, she was never going to last in his world and she was not even a pretty face to him anymore.

Hidden away in a tiny Russian village where no one would find them, Le Chiffre found himself caring for Bond, changing IV bags even reading to him. It was safe to say that Le Chiffre had taken to James even more over the two months of hiding. He knew MI6 where still looking for Bond but Le Chiffre found himself wanting Bond to stay in his coma so that he could keep the man with the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen all for himself.