She stared at his lips, trying to make out the words. “Au-arthur?” Hope asked him aloud. “Arthur…You’re in good hands now. I promise.” She said, flashing the man a reassuring smile. “Everything’s going to be okay now.” The nurse gave his hand another squeeze as she handed the doctor the sewing supplies. “Can you remember what happened?”
Car accident, Q thought. He still didn't know why MI6 hadn't been there quick enough to be the ones to bring him to medical, why he was in a normal hospital and not in the building where he wouldn't have to hide his personality, only his ability to shift. He nodded to the girl, looking at the doctor in fear.











