A/N: First I would like to thank you all for your kind words and reviews. This chapter was suppose to be up around the time the whole site was having issues but I couldn't get it up then and I couldn't get up till now. Next chapter will most defiantly be up by Friday. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Nine

When I was little I think, I didn't get sick. I don't remember being sick a lot but I still don't remember a lot about before my accident.

I remember my nose was runny a lot though, but when I asked Boss about it he said that I have allergies and I have to take a pill for that too but only when the flowers are blooming. He said if I don't take that pill, then my nose gets runny.

I remembered the blue lights too. It was hard to breathe under the blue lights but Boss says that it wasn't the blue lights that made it hard to breathe it was because my lungs weren't working like they were supposed to.

I remembered it hurt really really bad to breathe and that I was coughing but I hated it. I don't remember Boss being there but I don't think he was gone. I just don't remember him. Kate was there too and we were in a big glass box.

I don't like being sick because I'm pretty sure it's bad when I get sick like that. So I wash my hands and stay away from coughing people when I go to the store with Boss.

Because I don't want to go under those scary blue lights again. Or go back to the glass box where Boss isn't there.

Gibbs remembered it clearly. It started with a sneeze. At the time, Gibbs didn't think much of it because everybody sneezes every once in awhile. Even before the accident, Tony always sneezed, especially if they had a case around spring time.

But a few hours later when Tony started sneezing more regularly and when he started coughing, Gibbs knew something was wrong.

Ever since he had recovered from the plague, Tony had had to be extra careful when he got colds or the flu because they could easily turn into bronchitis or pneumonia.

"Boss," Tony said, coughing once again, using his good hand to cover his mouth, "Blue. My nose is runny and the flowers aren't blooming."

"Yeah I know Tony," Gibbs said, sitting Tony down on the kitchen stool, "Just hang tight for a bit. I'm going to call Ducky and see what you can take okay?"

Tony nodded his head slowly. His nose was running and he looked around quickly for a napkin because Boss said it wasn't polite to let his runny nose cover his whole face. Not finding any, Tony used his sleeve to wipe his snot away so it wouldn't get all over his face.

"Alright Tony, Ducky's coming soon but in the mean time he said I can give you some Tylenol. It's going to help with your stuffy nose and cough okay?"

"Polite. Okay Boss," Tony said, watching as Gibbs poured the right amount of the Tylenol Cold and Flu Medicine© and grabbed a bottle of water for him. Gibbs gave Tony a small encouraging smile.

Tony looked utterly pitiful sitting on the stool, his nose all red and running. He didn't like taking medicines that you had to drink. They tasted really gross and left a gross taste on his tongue that wouldn't go away even if he drank the whole bottle of water.

"Let's get you settled on the couch and put on a movie," Gibbs helped Tony take the medicine. He had to hold back the laugh when Tony grimaced, his face taking on the same scowl Gibbs remembered on Kelly's face when she had to take cold medicine, "Then Ducky can check you over when he comes."

"Gross. Water. What about 'immy?" Tony asked, using the tissue Gibbs provided to wipe his nose again, "Is he coming too?"

"No," Gibbs let out a small chuckle. It was true, the ME was almost always with his assistant and their relationship reminded Gibbs of the one he had with Tony when they first started working together, "Just Ducky. Now get some rest."

"Sick. Alright Boss," Tony took off his helmet, placing it on the coffee table before stretching out on the couch, "I don't like being sick."

"I don't think anyone likes being sick Tony," Gibbs laughed and squeezed Tony's shoulder comfortingly before smoothing his unruly hair, "Go ahead and rest, Ducky won't be here for awhile."

But Tony didn't respond because his eyes were already closed and he was sleeping peacefully even if he had to breathe through his mouth.

"Hey Duck," Gibbs greeted, opening the door, "He's in the living room resting."

"Poor boy," Ducky said, carrying in his medical bag, "How's his breathing?"

"A bit wheezy," Gibbs answered, "Kinda like how he sounded when we would have to work a case outside in the winter."

"Hmm," Ducky hummed, walking over to his young patient, "Tony? Just a quick check up and you can go back to sleep."

But Tony didn't stir, only mumbled incoherently. Ducky felt Tony's forehead with the back of his hand, "Jethro, have you check his temperature?"

"Yeah Duck about thirty minutes ago, 100.1," Gibbs responded, worry heavily lacing his tone, "Why?"

Duck didn't say anything, just shook his head and took out at thermometer. Placing it inside Tony's ear, Ducky waited patiently for the contraption to beep.

Now Gibbs was really worried. Ducky was usually talkative, even when the other party was unable to respond back. When Ducky didn't say anything after shaking his head, Gibbs knew something was very wrong.

"Jethro, we need to get him to the hospital quickly," Ducky said, using his stethoscope to listen to Tony's heart and lungs, "I believe Tony's condition is deteriorating rapidly."

"Go grab all his medication," Gibbs said, shoving his worry aside and instead going into what Tony had once called "Gunny Mode". It was a mode Gibbs reserved for only the direst of situations, "Two of them are in the kitchen, the other one is upstairs in my room. Grab his emergency bag too, it's in his closet. I'll meet you outside."

Ducky nodded to his friend as Gibbs quickly ran outside and unlocked and opened his truck door. Running back inside, Gibbs gentle lifted Tony in his arms and carried him outside. Gibbs carefully laid his special package in the back seat of the truck, using the pillow he grabbed from the couch to support Tony's head. Just as he was heading back to lock the front door, Ducky came barreling out of the house. Gibbs was mildly shocked that his friend could still move that fast but didn't say anything, instead locking the front door quickly and hopping into the driver's seat. Ducky was in the back, already monitoring Tony's breathing.

"Hurry Jethro," Ducky whispered but Jethro heard it nonetheless.

"Give me five minutes DiNozzo," Gibbs mumbled as he hurried towards Bethesda Hospital.

Both Gibbs and Ducky stood as soon as Dr. Pitt and Tony's neurologist, Dr. Clarke walked into the waiting room. Tony had quickly been ushered into the hospital while both Gibbs and Ducky had been told to wait.

"Hello Gibbs, Ducky," Dr. Pitt greeted the two men, "Though I do wish we could have met under different circumstances."

"Hello also," Dr. Clarke nodded. He was an ex-Navy Seal and the first time Gibbs had seen him, which had been the night of Tony's accident, the man had struck Gibbs as more of a personal body guard rather than a doctor. Doctor John Clarke was a man that many people tended to shy away from even though they shouldn't.

Tony's neurologist was caring and gentle with all his patients, especially Tony, and his help was always greatly appreciated.

Glancing at the neurologist, Gibbs quickly asked, "Did Tony have a seizure?"

A shadow fell over Dr. Clarke's face, "I'm afraid so, though we were able to stop it rather quickly. However, I believe it was Tony's rapidly rising fever that brought on the seizure. But to be sure, I've attached him to an EEG machine."

"How's he doing?" Gibbs asked, wanting more information on Tony's status like a dehydrated man would want more water.

This time, Dr. Pitt answered, "For the time being, he's stable. We have him on oxygen, but that's just because his stats were low coming in. He's received two breathing treatments and they've already seemed to do wonders for him. Right now we have him on fluids and IV antibiotics just in case. It looks like we caught the walking pneumonia early before it became more serious."

"So he's going to be okay?" Gibbs prodded the two doctors.

"It will probably take him a few days to recoup and I would like to keep him for a few days afterwards," Dr. Clarke answered as Brad nodded his head in agreement, "But Tony should be feeling a lot better in the next day or so," Dr. Clarke continued, hoping to quench any fears that Gibbs or Ducky seemed to have.

"Can we see him now?" Ducky asked. Gibbs normally didn't ask this question. He just walked down the hall till he found his agent, or in this case, his boy.

"Yes," Brad nodded, "He's awake but a bit confused and groggy. It's most likely because of his seizure but you can go to his room now. Just-"

"We know Brad," Gibbs answered, "We'll let him rest."

"I assume the rest of the team will be visiting shortly?" Brad asked, a smile on his face.

Gibbs looked slightly guilty, but only for a fleeting second, "Abby and the rest of the gang are on their way. Will that be a problem?"

"Nope, just make sure Tony gets his rest," Dr. Clarke answered, "I'll be around again before my shift's over to check him out. Just page me if you have any concerns, I'll be here all day."

"As will I," Dr. Pitt said.

"Thanks Dr. Clarke, thanks Brad," both Gibbs and Ducky spoke at the same time.

The doctors gave a wave in farewell as they both headed to continue their rounds.

Not a minute later, Gibbs entered Tony's room to find him looking around the hospital room, though his eyes were slightly glazed and unfocused.

"Hey Tony," Gibbs sat down in the chair that had been placed by Tony's bed, Ducky taking a seat in the other chair, "You feeling better?"

"Bloo. I 'on't like the 'ubes Boss," Tony mumbled as he looked down at his nasal canula, his eyes going cross eyed, "'ake um off."

"The tubes are there for a reason Tony," Ducky answered, squeezing Tony's good hand, "They're helping you get well."

"I 'urt m'head 'gain?" Tony asked, as he felt the wires that led from his head to the EEG machine, "No bloo on."

"No Tony. Head's just fine. Those are there to make sure you're okay," Gibbs answered giving Tony a reassuring smile, "You had a seizure and Dr. Clarke wants to make sure you don't have another one."

"Kay," Tony answered, letting his eyes close. He opened them a few minutes later when Abby and the rest of the gang walked through his door.

"'bby!" Tony said, his eyes lighting up and focusing when they landed on the worried Goth, "I had a 'eziure. But I 'idn't 'urt m'head again," Tony's speech still slurred, as it most likely be till he woke up tomorrow morning, "I'm 'etter."

"I love you Tony," Abby said, throwing her arms around the man that had become like brother to her, even if they shared no blood relation, "I was so worried. But you're feeling better?"

"Yes," Tony whispered, hugging her as best he could, "'here's n' blue 'ights. Promise. I'm 'kay."

Abby just hugged him all the more harder and laid her head on his chest. She was greatly reassured by the steady thump thump of his heart beat.

"Glad you're feeling better Tony," McGee smiled, walking in and stepping close enough to where he knew Tony wouldn't have to strain to see him, "Ducky says you'll be out in a few days."

Tony nodded but then his eyes got wide, "Your 'og?"

"How about me and my dog come visit when you're feeling better?" McGee answered.

"Kay," Tony said, his strength waning, this fact evident on how hard Tony fought to keep his eyes open.

"Alright everyone," Ducky said, "Time for Tony to get some rest."

"Bye," Tony fought to open his eyes, as he tried to waved to Ziva, Jimmy, McGee, Ducky and Abby.

A few seconds later, when it was just Gibbs and Tony left in the room, Tony turned and looked at the older man.

"They'll 'ome 'ack 'oss?" Tony asked as he fought the drowsiness that was threatening to send him into dreamland.

"Sure Tony, when you're feeling better," Gibbs laid his hand on Tony's arm, "Now get some rest."

"'aying Boss?" Tony asked, his eyes already closed.

"All night DiNozzo," Gibbs answered but Tony was already asleep, "Not going anywhere."

I got sick a couple days ago and I had a seizure.

But not really sick to where I had to go to the glass box or in the blue lights. Gibbs stayed with me most of the time till Ducky and Abby came and made him go eat and take a shower because Abby said he stunk.

I still couldn't smell anything that good cause I couldn't breathe through my nose so I didn't mind but Abby said that Boss needed some down time which means he needs some time to rest like I do after therapy because Boss gets tired too but Boss doesn't get tired as quick as me.

But I had slept a lot in the hospital when I got sick but I don't remember Boss sleeping at all so he was probably tired. So Abby and Ducky and everyone else made sure that he rested like I do.

Abby played cards with me till I got really tired because I was still sick. I fell asleep and when I woke up, Probie was in the room. He had brought all my XBOX stuff from my house to the room I was in and we got to play a racing game. I like this game the most because I really only have to use my good hand to play it even though I have to use my bad hand to press one of the buttons for the gas.

My favorite part of the game is when it starts raining. I like driving the car in the rain and it's really cool. Probie always has a hard time because he doesn't know how to race in the rain, but I do.

I remember being really little and sitting on someone's lap. It wasn't Boss', cause I didn't known him when I was real little.

The big person took my hands and put them on the wheel and it was raining outside but I remember him saying that it was okay cause when it rains, you have to remember that rain is just rain, that it is not good or bad- it's alive and you have to treat it that way.

So I always beat Probie there but we didn't get to finish the whole course cause I got tired and I had to have another breathing treatment because Brad said I was still sick and because my other doctor said he was afraid I might have another seizure even though I hadn't had one since I first got here but I think that was because I had a high fever. At least that's what Boss told me.

I want to ask someone why Kate was in the blue lights with me. I can't remember if she was sick, but she was in the glass box too and Boss said you only go in the glass box under the blue lights when you're reallysick.

I don't remember her after the blue lights and I think maybe she got really sick like me and didn't get better.

But I don't want to ask anyone till I'm not sick anymore. Just in case.