I wish Gibbs would stop taking his eyes off the road to check up on me. I think he's putting me in more danger by not watching where he's going. There's quite a lot of blood running down my arm and my breathing is getting shallow.
Gibbs is driving pretty crazily as well, especially considering he's spending most of his time watching me. Lucky there's few cars on the road at this time of night.
Oh, oh. Things are going black. I have to stay awake, I have to...
Why couldn't the stupid bullet have gone all the way through? Crap, I'm getting blood all over his car. I think I'm going to pass out. Who knew that being shot would be such fun.
"Stay with me." Gibbs orders, shaking me gently with his hand. "We're almost there, stay awake."
I love it when he uses that tone of voice it's commanding and harsh yet beneath it all he's concerned. I love it when he's concerned although at this moment I wish he didn't have to be. But it shows he cares.
Sigh. His tone has gotten me more awake and I concentrate on the road ahead. I feel the sudden urge to vomit but I don't think he'd appreciate that in his car. Sure I could get away with it but then I'll always be the woman who threw up in his car. So, I swallow hard and try to concentrate on staying awake.
The car screeches to a halt. There's the hospital in front of us.
"I thought you said five minutes, that felt like ten." my attempt at a joke and a smile to go along with it too. But Gibbs isn't much for laughter. I struggle with the door handle, I can't see it properly and its like its stuck. What the hell?! Okay, I'm panicking. I can't open a door.
Gibbs pulls open the door and catches me as I fall sideways out of the car. Who knew that being shot in the arm could make you lose so much blood? Oh, he's carrying me through the emergency room doors now. Yelling at someone. I'm so tired.
I grumble as he shakes me awake, I'm so close to his face I can see every line on it. And somehow my arm is around his neck. I try to remove it but he pulls it back.
"You're getting blood on your shirt." I mumble.
He's so warm and cosy it makes me even sleepier. I didn't realise he was so muscular. He's carrying me as if I weigh nothing at all. I rest my head on his chest, kinda cherishing the moment. The nurses are going a little nuts around me, something about a gun shot wound.
Next thing you know they're laying me on one of those rolly white beds. Gibbs is having a few serious words with the nurse but all I can think is; where the hell are you people taking me. "Gibbs?" I call out. Don't leave me here, what's going on. One of the white clad women sidles up to me and slides a needle into my arm.
"Hey!" What is she playing at? I try to fight with her, ripping the needle out of my vein, I try to get off the bed. Why isn't Gibbs helping me? Where am I? I fall from the table onto the floor, didn't realise my legs weren't working, Oh my god that hurts. What's wrong with my arm? Now there's blood pouring from my unbandaged arm.
Oh yeah, I got shot. So why is my other arm bleeding?
Three nurses advance on me, pushing me back onto the bed, holding me down. I'm so scared. Gibbs is suddenly above me, telling them to go away. I plead with him.
"What's going on?" I whimper, struggling. They've tied me down. "What?" I trail off. Everything is so cloudy.
"It's alright. I'm right here. You've been shot. These nurses have to give you something for the pain." He's lying, I can tell by the look in his eyes. But I trust him. So I stop struggling with the bonds and I allow them to wheel me away from him. I'm so confused, there's a million question rising in my head and things are not making sense.
And now I allow myself to slide into the deep dark pool of black and my eyes close and I give in.
