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WHO: The Catwoman and the Bond Girl
WHERE: Vesper’s room in the private clinic
WHEN: Back dated to friday Night
SUMMARY: James Bond’s worst nightmare comes true: two of the women in his life meet up and compare notes.
WARNINGS: Not sure.
FORMAT: Para to open, then whatever.
Vesper was slowly going out of her mind. The only thing worse, she was certain, than being forced to sit and dwell on the events of the past week was doing so in a sterile environment. James had done his best, of course, to distract her in his way, but he couldn’t live at the clinic. Neither could she, if her eroding state of mind was any indication, but the doctors were very insistent she stay for at least a few days more for observation. A few days more. The same placating lines they’d given her when she’d first woken up during normal hours. No closer to being realized now than it had then. At least when she lied she was good at it…
Which was a not a subject she wanted to think on now. One of many like it that she’d contemplated since James had been shooed out for the night to do…whatever it was he did. She had made the conscious choice simply not to ask. Now all she could do to avoid them was to attempt to focus on the book in her lap until sleep overcame her once more.
WHERE: Vesper’s room in the private clinic
WHEN: Back dated to friday Night
SUMMARY: James Bond’s worst nightmare comes true: two of the women in his life meet up and compare notes.
WARNINGS: Not sure.
FORMAT: Para to open, then whatever.
Vesper was slowly going out of her mind. The only thing worse, she was certain, than being forced to sit and dwell on the events of the past week was doing so in a sterile environment. James had done his best, of course, to distract her in his way, but he couldn’t live at the clinic. Neither could she, if her eroding state of mind was any indication, but the doctors were very insistent she stay for at least a few days more for observation. A few days more. The same placating lines they’d given her when she’d first woken up during normal hours. No closer to being realized now than it had then. At least when she lied she was good at it…
Which was a not a subject she wanted to think on now. One of many like it that she’d contemplated since James had been shooed out for the night to do…whatever it was he did. She had made the conscious choice simply not to ask. Now all she could do to avoid them was to attempt to focus on the book in her lap until sleep overcame her once more.