My week 2 entry for @mi6-cafe Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt was "Spring” and we had to use exactly 150 words.
Remembered
Summary: Smart Blood to the rescue.
The nurse chatted away as she worked. Only half listening, the sounds floated over her patient, who occasionally suspected he could catch her meaning. Did he speak Japanese? Or was he just associating sounds with actions? He knew he spoke English and, as one doctor had haltingly explained, he had been in an explosion and subsequently a coma for several weeks. The trees below his window, coming into frothy, pink blossom told him it was Spring. That was it. The full extent of his knowledge.
His ponderings were disrupted by the English speaking doctor bursting backwards into his room, trying to get between him and a purposeful man with a satchel.
”..doesn't even know his own name!" The doctor protested.
”Bond. James Bond. That's his name."
Unbidden, a letter sprung to the forefront of his mind, shoving past his confusion.
”Q?"
”Good, you're awake. I'm here to take you home."