[He's jostled himself more than enough, and when he finally comes to, breaks free, he jerks straight up, both arms jerking free - from her, from the sheets, from Le Chiffre and poison and--
He's on his feet and staggering a little, though he's not entirely sure how he got there. His chest is heaving, and he looks around like he doesn't know the place, like he doesn't know where he is or who he is, and there's a hideous moment where he can't discern what was real and what was dream.
Have you ever watched someone drown?]
Vesper, [he murmurs, and sits rather abruptly on the bed again, one leg bent under him, one hand pressed against his ribs to keep them still. He's shirtless, shoulder and sternum wrapped tightly to avoid the jostling he just did, for all the good that did, and he grimaces as he flexes his right hand - around his gun. He didn't even notice pulling it out from under the pillow with him.]
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He's on his feet and staggering a little, though he's not entirely sure how he got there. His chest is heaving, and he looks around like he doesn't know the place, like he doesn't know where he is or who he is, and there's a hideous moment where he can't discern what was real and what was dream.
Have you ever watched someone drown?]
Vesper, [he murmurs, and sits rather abruptly on the bed again, one leg bent under him, one hand pressed against his ribs to keep them still. He's shirtless, shoulder and sternum wrapped tightly to avoid the jostling he just did, for all the good that did, and he grimaces as he flexes his right hand - around his gun. He didn't even notice pulling it out from under the pillow with him.]