Leland lay in bed, the blanket covering his body but with his arms free, each one lying on top of the blanket and connected to wires and IVs. He had a ventilator in his mouth, but other than that, he looked to be at peace. Finn got closer, then leaned down to kiss him briefly -then suddenly pulled back, realizing that MI6, more specifically CHROME, had probably set up cameras to watch Leland -meaning they had seen that kiss in real-time. Finn blushed. There was nothing he could do about it now, so after collecting his thoughts, he decided to just act as if it didn't happen. He'd definitely be more careful from then on, though. He stood there, unsure of what to do now, if they had put any sort of audio recording device in there or not. He didn't look for one -he'd done enough damage, with kissing Leland and whatnot- instead choosing kneeling down by the love of his life's bedside, sighing. He could tell that the figure under the blankets had his legs amputated above-the-knee, just like the man had said. He must have had them pulverized beyond repair inside that car.

"Oh Leland, look what they've done to you." His titian hair, thick and full even at his age, was cut similarly to Finn's, but was currently left completely messy. The right side of his body seemed to be paralyzed, his arm contorted while the one closer to Finn was normal.

"Guess that'll be one of the 'deficits' you'll be struggling with when you wake up, huh?" Finn chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the mood for himself. It didn't really work. He was tempted to pull back the blanket, noticing bandages sticking out from under Leland's gown, but didn't dare for fear of messing with his life support. There were small scars all the side of Leland's face that was closer to Finn's -his left and Finn's right- that were most likely from the car's glass breaking.

"Horrible, innit? The doctors compared it to an extremely high speed crash." Finn jumped at the voice emanating behind him, then immediately composed himself. It was Smith, one of his superiors, a stocky, grizzled man, older than Leland or Finn by at least ten years -Finn couldn't confirm this, as Smith was an anonymous figure, whom he knew nothing about besides the very basics. Finn nodded.

"It's good to see you, with this... trying revelation and all." Finn spoke, back to his usual stoic self.

"It's a privilege of yours to know he's alive. Hardly anyone does." Smith stated, sounding slightly haughty. It was ironic that he was here -Leland had never liked him, and Finn honestly couldn't blame him for that -Smith tended to have quite the attitude. Finn got closer to Leland's bedside again, studying him. Leland, like Finn, had a mustache -albeit one that was thicker and shorter, which was fitting considering Leland was always a bit shorter and stockier than Finn. Usually, he was also slightly tanner, but spending weeks in hospital had left him a sickly grey tone. Smith came up behind Finn. It was rather intrusive, and Finn couldn't shake the feeling that Smith had only decided to barge in there after witnessing him kiss Leland.

"Apart from the doctors working closely with him, the hospital staff knows him as Leland Taylor, who was injured when he drove his Vauxhall Astra onto a level crossing and got hit by a commuter train. Don't blow his cover -getting his cover blown was what got him here, after all." That last part made Finn cringe a little. It felt as if Smith was blaming Leland for what happened to him.

"Little crass of you to say that, considering he's right here." Smith's eyes widened. That last little part had sent McMissile over the edge. Getting that call, learning that it had been kept a secret from him for weeks -weeks he had spent grieving Leland in private, refusing sympathy from Siddeley and others, having to see Leland like this and then accidentally kissing him on camera, thus realizing he was being watched and couldn't express his true feelings without some unpleasant creature like Smith watching every second... having Leland get blamed for his horrific injuries was just too much.

"You -You say that as if he's awake! He can't hear a bloody thing!"

"Well that's because you should be on your best behavior regardless! This man nearly gave his life for CHROME!" Smith grabbed a tissue and threw it at Leland, just to mess with Finn. The small protectile bounced harmlessly off the unconscious figure. Finn rushed over to grab it off of him, then wheeled around to face Smith. The energy of the argument had died with that last action. Smith stared up at Finn -at 6'2, the agent towered over Smith, who stood at 5'7.

"I'm sorry for that last bit, McMissile. But only that last bit!" Smith pointed a finger at Finn.

"In my personal opinion, you should be sorry for more. I'd like to be alone with Leland once more, if it's not too much." Smith nodded

"Can't stand looking at you for another second, anyways." Smith left without another word. Finn turned to face Leland again.

"It's times like that when you realize Smith was never a field agent." He quipped, knowing that Smith could probably hear him without him knowing that Finn was aware of the room's audio surveillance. Finn pulled up a chair to sit next to Leland and after sitting down gently placed his hand on top of Leland's.

"Everything will be alright..."

"...Dear." He whispered that last word.