A Cataclysmic Near Death Experience

This fan-fiction is complete. Though complete, there may be some editing here and there. Please tell me the ideas of improvement that you have in mind. Thank you in advance!

(ULTIMATE DANGER! Do not read this while eating potato chips or drinking water! You may choke to death!)

"007, I'm going with you." Q fretted as he tightened his necktie. Q had been worried about Bond since five years ago. "No, Q. Stay here. I don't want you to get involved." Bond bellowed. He stormed out of the lab, then he travelled in his car in the dead of night.

Bond scrutinised from the windshield and found Vesper coming out from a bar. She was pie-eyed, possibly from an over-consumption of Wine. But Bond thought again, "How can Vesper still be alive?" Bond thwacked himself hard. He let out a loud cry that Vesper turned to lay eyes on him. "Oh shit." Bond swore. He's going to be in trouble.

Vesper walked tipsily to Bond's car. She opened the car door forcefully. "Get. Out of The CAR!" She bawled loudly. Bond got out of the car, and gripped Vesper. "Get your HANDS off me!" Vesper grappled his hands and throw it to one side. Bond's righthand bang into the door handle vehemently and he cried in pain.

Vesper took out a gun, and pointed at Bond's chest. "Tell me.. JAMES. Why are you HERE?!" She roared loudly at Bond's ear. Bond wailed, "I have no IDEA!" Vesper pushed the gun forcefully. "YOU better tell me.. OR you'll die!" She snarled at Bond. Bond hid both his hands in his pockets, and groaned.

He bit his lip, then slowly responded. "I just came here for a drink or two… I didn't expect you here..!" Vesper seemed dissatisfied of the answer. She shot Bond with the gun she was holding earlier and left the area tipsily.

Bond lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed out from his chest like a bat out of hell.

Back in Q's lab, Q was gazing at the computer screen on Bond's locations and he found Bond's signal red. It says, "Going into Cardiac Arrest in 10 Minutes." Q quickly shut down his computer and ran out of the lab. He then drove his car to the bar and parked outside.

"Bond! Can you hear me?!" Q cried. He took out two defibrillator patches and undid Bond's shirt. Q then sticked the patches on his chest and pressed the button on his remote. It gave a positive reaction. Bond woke up, looking at Q. "Are you alright, Bond?" Q murmured. Bond nodded, showing signs of exhaustion. Q then slowly applied local anaesthesia on Bond's chest, then took out the bullet slowly. Bond cried in pain, yet again but with less noise.

After Q removed the bullet and dressed the wound for Bond, he did his shirt, and tightened his necktie. "Thank you, Q." Bond whispered.

Q clenched onto Bond's hands, and they both walked to the car and drove to the police station to report the happenings.

If this is not good enough, please let me know! I just started on my first fan-fiction and may be bad at it!

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