Maybe it was lucky that the bomb was inside the Q branch when it blew up.
Lucky for some ones.
To those who were outside the burning hell what took over the Q's office area.
Bond couldn't but stare through the class how air was sucked out of the area when Q was in and he was out.
The first walls were broken but seconds were held the impact and to confused to resist Bond had dragged to safe.
The flames went down quickly and then the fire fighting foam filled the area covering every inch so there was safe to finally go.
But Bond couldn't move and go to search the only one who had left behind.
Someone was saying something to him but he couldn't care less. He watched how the rescue team went in with little hope left.
Bond closed his eyes.
He didn't want to see him.
Not the burned body.
Eyes what were so much of life earlier in same day.
He kneeled over and felt sick.
He throw up.
Again and again until he gasped to breathe.
Vaguely he understood that he was in shock.
Again.
Again and again and again.
The whole day.
"James! You have to calm down. You have to focus. Look at me. James. Look at me."
It was Eve and Bond looked at her. She cupped his face between her hands looking serious.
"He's alive."
Bond stared her.
"Lie…"
Eve's hands refused to him let go.
"Listen. Somehow he got some time to throw the bomb to his own office and shut the door with voice command. He flew around the metal desk what probably saved him. But, it isn't pretty. James. It's bad, but, right now he's alive. And he needs you. "Focus."
"He's… alive?"
Hope.
Always hope.
Eve smiled.
"Yes. Right now he's alive. Come, I take you to medic."