LATER…
James Bond awoke in bed with an IV drip in his arm and a bandage on his head. He couldn't recall anything; his mind was blank. Moneypenny sat by his side dressed in black, a sorrowful look on her face.
"James, can you hear me?" She asked quietly, placing a hand on his. He looked at her through a haze of distant memories. He couldn't recall the reason for his injuries. The last thing he could remember was leaving the party. A shooting pain ran through his leg and he winced in pain.
"What happened?" He grunted. Moneypenny's eyes welled tears as she spoke both because of what had happened and the fact that James was alive and mostly well.
"You crashed your car, James," she said through tears. Her hand gripped his. "It flipped three times, ending upside down. The car was totaled, James," she whispered. "You're lucky to be alive. I'm so sorry I was upset with you," the silver tears rolled from her face and fell onto the bed. James could faintly remember it. He could see the bright lights in the back of his mind, and he could hear Christmas' screams… Christmas; what had happened to her? And Q?
"Moneypenny," James said with much urgency in his voice. She looked at him, hardly having enough strength to lift her head. "What happened to Christmas and Q?" There was a long silence and stillness settled over the room. James knew what had happened. "They died, didn't they?" He asked, his own ears not willing to listen to the words he had spoken. Moneypenny nodded. "Damn me," James whispered.