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Fuzzy cotton filled Q’s head.He hadn’t recognized the pinprick of the assailant’s needle in the Tube station. And now, it was too late.His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the workshop floor, his cheek resting on the cool concrete.“Bon-n-n-n-d?” he gurgled.He berated himself for calling out to him. Bond would never let him forget it… if he survived.“Never-m-m-m-mind…” Q muttered.Bond’s footsteps grew louder as he crossed the workshop to where Q lay.“P-p-p-p-poisoned,” Q gasped, barely breathing.Bond hauled him up and threw him over his shoulder.Fortunately, Medical was just around the corner.