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Trying to regain his composure, he stood up, he made his way over to M's bed, looking down at the woman who was still alive. He noticed the blood over her hand and saw her IV on the ground. Looking back to the Body of Ellis, he looked into his eyes that were now staring at the ceiling lifeless. He would kill him again if he could. Reaching for the pillow, he lifted her head and placed it back in its original position.
"He can't hurt you anymore M."
He whispered to her tracing her face tenderly with the back of his hand.
"What the hell happened here!?"
Bond turned to see a handful of the medical team looking around the room taking in everything they were seeing their eyes widening at seeing the clone M unmoving.
"Explanations later just focus on helping Phillips and Tanner. Ellis and M's clone didn't make it."
Getting over the shock they got to work, Bond watching as Q made his way over to him.
"I tried to stop her 007."
"I have no doubt you did, if it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be here. It doesn't make it any easier knowing that I couldn't save her."
Q looked back to clone M's body, "She did what she felt was right, you protected her, made her feel safe and she wanted to do the same."
He looked back to Bond, "She didn't die in vain 007, remember that. She gave you a chance to go on living, protecting others, and more importantly protecting M."
Bond knew Q was right, then again, the man was almost never wrong, but it would take him time. He had let her clone get too close, the scenario kept replaying in his mind of him holding her in arms powerless to save her, seeing those familiar blue eyes looking at him as he felt her life leaving her.
"I need to check her over Bond." One of the doctors told him.
Bond merely nodded reluctant to leave her side, it was only when Q's arm on his arm pulled him back slightly that he did.
"We need to get Phillips to surgery."
Bond turned to the medics tending to Tanner and Phillips.
"How bad is it?"
"He's got a bullet to the thigh any closer it would have hit his femur artery. There's signs he's been hit with a blunt object. We need to remove the bullet, and see how much damage we are looking at."
The room was filled with commotion, Bond felt like he was out in the field rather than in MI6's medical. He watched as they loaded Phillips onto one of the stretchers, noticing that his trouser leg was soaked in his blood.
"What about Tanner?"
"A bullet graze to the arm, and dislocated shoulder. Same as Phillips hit with a blunt object. We will need run some tests to make sure that's all we are looking at, but he'll make a full recovery by the looks of it."
At least that was something Bond thought to himself.
Another four men entered the room two of them carrying body bags two made their way over to Ellis while the other two made their way to M.
"I hope we never have to deal with anything like this again, seven bodies in one day."
"What do you mean seven? There is only four." Q gave them a sceptical look.
"We found two agents shot to death in Ellis' room along with a nurse whose neck was broken."
Bond and Q watched as they both placed Ellis in the body bag none too gently. The sound of the zip being closed brought Bond satisfaction in knowing Ellis was finally gone for good.
Looking back to M, his eyes saddened at the thought of her being in placed in one those bags.
"Wait"
The man who was pulling up the zip stopped and looked to Bond curiously.
"I want your word that you'll treat her body with respect. Do I make myself clear?"
The man nodded and continued zipping up the bag with Bond watching until he could no longer see her. The adrenaline he had when dealing with Ellis was starting to wear off. He could feel the dry blood on his face, and intense sharp pain shooting through his chest. Each intake of breath was a new wave of pain, it felt as though someone had wrapped a belt around his lungs making it as tight as possible.
"I think you should sit down 007, before you fall down."
The doctor turned his attention from M, whose hand was now clean and the IV inserted securely back in and looked to Bond.
"You know how to get yourself in a mess Bond."
He motioned Bond to take the seat next to M's bed.
"Where does it hurt apart from the obvious." When he saw the dried blood on his face.
"Chest." It came out breathless.
"Take your shirt off." He waited for the usual Bond sarcasm, but none came.
Once his shirt was fully opened, Q let out a wince at seeing his torso covered in black and blue bruises, small cuts marring the skin. Bond let out a wince when the Doctor pressed none to gently on his ribs.
"They don't seem to be broken, but I want a full body examination to make sure."
"What about M?"
"She's fine Bond, just worry about you for the time being."
The room was empty save for M, Bond, Q and the doctor. The doctor helped him stand, and started to help him from the room. The amount of blood on the floor made the room more like a war zone than a medical room. Once thing was for certain, none of them would be forgetting this day anytime soon in the near future.
Bond moved around on the medical bed trying to get himself into a more comfortable position. His x-ray came back with three bruised ribs, it didn't make the pain any more bearable every time he took a breath. He was still waiting for the pain killers to kick in, the ice pack was helping the burning sensation somewhat.
His face was now clean from the dried blood, only for the doctor to tell him his nose was broken, which he could have figured out for himself. He must look a right state, M will have a field day when she wakes up. Out of commission for not even two days, and there was six personnel dead and one clone. He thought back to clone M and realised if it wasn't for her he wouldln't be here.
Removing the ice pack from his abused ribs to his nose, he got lost in his own thoughts, not hearing the doctor come in until he was standing next to him.
"Feeling any better?"
Bond jumped slightly and gave the Doctor who had helped him and M earlier a glare.
"Somewhat Campbell." He informed him slowly looking at his name badge.
"Good, You need to start taking deeper breaths Bond, otherwise you're going to end up with a chest infection."
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one in agony."
"Quite, but it's for your own good." Campbell hesitated before he continued.
"Q was informing me that you were going to try the drug to reverse the effects of the sleeping beauty."
"That was the plan anyway, but it looks like it will have to wait." He didn't like the thought of waiting any longer.
Campbell folded his arms over his chest and looked at the now defeated Bond.
"We can do it now, you need a Doctor well you have one. Even though I should probably wait until you are somewhat semi healed, but I think we need our boss back quickly wouldn't you say?" He gave him a pointed look.
Bond gave him a smirk, "For once I have to agree with Doctors orders."
"Well, there's a first for everything I suppose."
Carefully maneuvering himself, he threw down the icepack, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Pass me my shirt will you."
He grabbed Bond's shirt from the bed chair and handed it too him. Once dressed, they made their way out of the room and back to Q and M. Upon entering Bond noticed that everything was already set up and the blood had been cleaned from the floor.
"Ah 007 how are you feeling?"
"Been better, but nothing that won't heal." He walked towards him.
"I'm glad. Are you ready for this?"
"More than ready." Bond told him with more confidence than what he was actually feeling at the moment.
"Doctor…"
"Campbell."
"Very well Doctor Campbell, be on standby and have the crash cart ready we'll will need it." Q informed him gravely.
Q taking the syringe, placed it in M's IV and pushed on the plunger releasing the drug into her system. Removing the syringe he threw it on the cabinet table, keeping his eyes on the heart monitor, as Bond kept his attention on M.
Like earlier it was a waiting game, but at least they now knew what to expect. Q looked down at his watch then to Campbell.
"Get ready."
The beeps were becoming irregular like earlier causing Bond to close his eyes at what was soon to follow.
"Last time we tried this it took three attempts, charge from 350."
As soon as Q had finished M flat lined. Moving out the way Bond stood next to Q as Campbell pressed the paddles on her chest.
Bond watched on muttering under his breath as he watched the woman he undeniably loved dying in front of him.
They were on their third shock. Bond closed his eyes, he was never a religious person, but he prayed to whatever was out there that she would be alright. He heard Campbell voice and waited for the familiar beeps to reach his ears, but there was none. Opening his eyes he saw Campbell give Q a questioning look.
"Why isn't it working?"
Q looked lost, "I don't know."
The heart monitor continued to taunt him, he wasn't aware of anything; he could only hear Campbell's voice as he said those words he had dreaded to hear.
"I'm sorry Bond. She's gone."