A/N: I didn't go over this story as carefully as I normally do because of time restraints. But here's the next chapter. And be forewarned. It's a sad one.

Thanks to everyone's who reviewing and reading. I'm trying to get to all of you but if it takes awhile, don't feel neglected.

Chapter Seven

He loses track of days after that. They are too jumbled and fast and slow and no matter how hard he tries, he can't get them to go at the right speed. He doesn't know what's happening until later.

First time he finds the world has calmed again, he's at the hospital and he's in his room and it's really quiet there. Quieter than Ducky's house and Tony wonders if leaving was just a big joke. If Mike, Abby, Ducky and Dr. Roberts all knew that Tony would always be crazy and had set the whole thing up so Tony could see the light of day before being locked away forever.

A nurse comes in but she doesn't touch him. He doesn't have a red bracelet because that was something he made up in his head but Tony knows that they put a note in his file that he sometimes doesn't like to be touched.

Sometimes he does though; sometimes he needs it more than anything. Abby's bone crushing hugs, Ducky's softer and more quite ones and even Mike's warm calloused hand on his arm or shoulder.

But right now he doesn't want to be touched and he told Dr. Roberts that when he came in earlier. There was yelling outside his door, two loud voices that broke through Tony's quiet, but Dr. Roberts didn't tell Tony why he was yelling or who he was yelling too. Tony couldn't tell but he's pretty sure he knows who it was. It wasn't Ducky because Ducky never yells and it was a man so it couldn't be Abby. It's a voice that was yelling because he was more scared than angry and no one had told him that you didn't always have to be both at the same time.

That's alright though. Tony doesn't care all that much right now anyway.

Tony stays in his room most of the time. No one comes in, and no one comes out. Most of the time anyway.

The only people who come in are the nurses, who bring him food three times a day and try to get him to eat. But Tony hasn't eaten anything in a really long time and he knows that tomorrow, Dr. Roberts has scheduled for another doctor to put a tube down his nose and into his stomach. Tony doesn't have a problem with food, so he doesn't know why he won't eat but it's not the food that Tony's thinking about when he doesn't eat.

He thinks about the chips that he was eating on the way to the house that blew up and he's thinking that if he hadn't been eating them, if he hadn't gone back for the batteries for his camera and for the piece of sandwich that was in the front seat of the car that maybe he would have been in the house when it went boom.

Because maybe then he wouldn't be alone right now. Because it had never occurred to him before everything that being the only survivor would mean that he would be the last one. That he would be all alone.

Tony doesn't want to be the last one. But he is and he doesn't eat so Dr. Roberts gave him a feeding tube.

But Tony doesn't care though. First chance he gets, he's going to rip it out.

It's quiet when Tony wakes up. He has an IV in his hand that's giving him liquids and also delivering his medications cause Tony won't take those anymore either. Dr. Roberts must have added another one because Tony's brain isn't working up to par and his body feels really heavy.

There's also a tube up his nose and down the back of his throat. It's the weirdest sensation that Tony's ever felt and his left nostril is already red and inflamed from where the tube's rubbed it raw.

Of course, it might just be that way cause Tony's managed to pull it out two times before Dr. Roberts ordered restraints.

Tony's legs aren't restrained. The only thing keeping Tony in bed are two soft padded restraints wrapped around his wrists and two equally padded strapped on his upper and lower chest.

So Tony can move his feet and his legs. Which is good cause Tony really has to move his legs. They feel prickly and statically charged and the only way Tony can make the feeling go away is to move them. It's like pins and needles but it isn't and Dr. Roberts frowned when he saw Tony earlier.

Tony can't stop it though but he doesn't mind. It gives him something to do, something to focus on other than the liquid formula that's slowly being delivered into his stomach by a white little tube that's in his nose.

Tony feels that feeling again and shakes his legs, wishing the feeling away but it doesn't go away so Tony keeps moving them.

It's dark when Tony wakes up again. The only way he sleeps is when a nurse who is probably someone's grandmother comes in and gives him a shot of something.

She always touches him before that though, checking all his restraints to make sure he isn't rubbing those parts raw too, before rubbing his legs. The feeling is getting better and since it hasn't gone away completely, Tony doesn't mind when she rubs because she's always been nice to him so Tony lets her touch him.

After she does that, she puts something on his nose and the nostril that's inflamed. It hurts really bad when she moves the white tub but she always leaves a clear paste that makes him feel so much better.

Then she brushes his hair and shaves him if he needs it, all the time talking to him even though Tony just looks and watches her.

After all that is done, she says something to him as she injects something in his IV but Tony never remembers what she says because he floating and he doesn't care.

"Tony," someone's whispering his name and Tony opens his eyes even though he normally wouldn't but something about the voice makes his heart beat really fast.

"Come one Tony, focus on me. Look at me kid."

Tony tries, he really does, but the colors are moving and even though the light is on there's places that are dark and blue all at the same time and Tony can't find the person who belongs to the voice in all the jumble of colors.

"God Tony," there's someone touching him then and there's fingers in his hair right then and it feels really good. The fingers are warm and strong and Tony starts crying because he really really misses this. Misses him.

"Mike," Tony tries to smile but he doesn't think his mouth is working right because it says something that sounds like "Boss" instead.

"Oh Tony," the person's crying too now because Tony can feel the big tear drops on his arm and he can imagine that it's rain instead of tears and that makes him feel better.

"I'm going to get you out Tony," says the swirl of colors by Tony's hand that remind Tony of family, "But you have to help Tony. You have to help me out. Cause I can't do this by myself. You have to help me. Please."

"On your six," Tony says cause the voice in Boss' voice and even if Tony's hallucinating that too, its alright because he's crazy anyway.

And Tony's really misses Gibbs.

A/N2: Next chapter will be up Monday. Pinky promise.