Finn drove to the hospital once more, this time accompanied by his pilot, Siddeley. It was around 10:00 AM, and foggy out. Siddeley was silent as Finn drove on.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The car's passenger uttered as the two men drew closer to their destination.

"Siddeley, I cannot apologize enough for keeping Leland from-"

"Damn right you can't apologize enough! You could never apologize enough! He's my good friend too! How long have you known?"

"Only a couple weeks, Siddeley, and his condition hasn't changed much."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" For as long as he had known Siddeley, the pilot had been an erratic character. He could be very sensitive at times, as well.

"Well, Siddeley, I think what I'm trying to say is you haven't missed out on much from our dear Leland. He's still completely, utterly unresponsive..." Sadness tinged his voice at the very end of that.

"So? I still had to wait longer than you to see him! Only now have you told me that he's alive! And why didn't the bloody agency tell me this while we're at it?"

"I was the only person told about Leland. I believe it was because I've known him for much longer than anyone else." Siddeley didn't respond this time, angrily staring out the DB5's passenger window. Finn decided to say nothing else.

Finn and Siddeley entered the hospital room. Siddeley looked around, taking it in. There was a vase with dying flowers inside. Finn had brought new flowers, and he walked up to Leland with them. When Siddeley wasn't looking, Finn kissed Leland's cheek, positioning himself so that the camera couldn't get a good view of it -he was still slightly paranoid. To his surprise, Leland let out a small groan. It was the first time Finn had heard Leland's voice in any form since the distress call he'd received from the oil rig, directly prior to Leland's attempted murder. Siddeley heard it too, wheeling around.

"Was that him? Was that Leland?" Finn nodded. Siddeley walked over, studying him before gasping, his eyes widening.

"Bloody hell, his legs are gone!" Finn sighed sadly. Siddeley lifted up the blanket, then scrunched up Leland's hospital gown to get a good look of his bandaged stumps. Finn also noticed a tube that came out between his legs -a catheter. He blushed.

"Sidd! What did you go and do that for? Let Leland have some dignity." Siddeley scoffed at this.

"Dignity? You want me to let him have some dignity? He has no dignity left, McMissile. He's been practically destroyed. He's got tubes coming out of everywhere... and I don't even know how he lost his legs." Siddeley sounded devastated.

"They..." Finn's voice trailed off.

"They were pulverized. Did... Didn't they tell you how he 'died'?" Siddeley shook his head.

"All they told me was that he had 'passed away'." Siddeley scoffed again.

"That was their exact phrasing. 'Passed away'. They didn't even tell me if he had been 'killed' in action or not, but that was obvious."

"Was it Smith who briefed you on his death?" Siddeley nodded. Now it was Finn's turn to scoff.

"Figures he wouldn't tell you anything, being the paper-pusher he is. He doesn't understand what it's like to be in the field. He never has, never will." Finn sounded legitimately angry.

"They crushed him inside a car." Siddeley was horrified at this.

"Inside a car? But he's so claustrophobic! He nearly gets panic attacks from being inside planes!" Finn solemnly nodded. Siddeley sat down in the chair by Leland's bed, head in his hands. His crying soon became audible.

"Siddeley, please stop crying. You have to be strong for Leland." Finn hadn't cried once in the hospital room, but he realized that Siddeley inversely wasn't going to stop crying until he got it out of him.

"Sidd, I'm so sorry."

"I'm so sorry." He repeated, this time quieter. There was no response from the other man other than unrelenting cries.

A/N: Sorry for this chapter being a little bit shorter, I didn't have too many ideas for it. The two upcoming ones are a lot more inspired.