Chapter 11

Tim woke up with the sun shining on his face. Where was he? Looking around, he saw that he was in his living room on the couch. Then he realized it was morning; not 3am morning but it was 10am, and he had slept through the night without waking up! Tim smiled as he realized his accomplishment. Tony had really helped him. He remembered his nightmares he had last night, the blaming and the screaming, but he pushed them away and thought of the good times he had with his family. The angry bleeding people, became clean and happy. They had told Tim that it wasn't his fault and not to blame himself anymore. They told him to take care of himself and that they didn't want to see where they were until he was an old man.

Yawning and stretching, Tim threw the covers off and walked slowly to the bathroom. He noticed that Tony was in his bed, snoring loudly. Tim rolled his eyes, hoping he wasn't naked, and went to go take a shower. The warm water felt good on his body, and it calmed him completely.

He suddenly heard the door pounding, which woke him up.

"That's weird, when did I fall asleep?" He thought. He was lying in the tub with the water spraying on him, and was propped up on the wall.

"Tim! Tim are you alright in there?" Tony yelled frantically. "You've been in there a long time and if you don't come out, I'm going to break this door down!"

McGee winced at Tony's voice which was laced with anger and concern. He put his hand to the back of his head and felt a giant bump; he must of hit his head on the wall. He brought back his hand and he saw blood. This wasn't good, he must of passed out. Damn!

"McGee! I'm coming in there!" threatened Tony.

"No, no no! I'm fine, Tony, I just dozed off!" McGee yelled back.

"Are you sure, you're okay?" Tony asked.

McGee dried off and got dressed. He was starting to get a headache again, and it was worse than before. His eyes were becoming unfocused and he was getting dizzy; but he didn't want to alarm Tony and he didn't want to go back to the hospital of horrible memories.

"Tim! Ans-"

"I'm fine Tony," Tim grumbled as he walked out the door and to the kitchen. Tony looked at him

uncertainly, then followed behind him, noticing the bleeding bump on the side of his friend's head.

"Are you sure, Tim, because there is a giant bump on the side-"

"I'm fine, Tony, just leave me alone!" Tim yelled, but then grunted as he held his head. The without another thought, McGee fell to the ground unconscious.

"Tim!" Tony said running to catch his partner. "Tim, wake up," he said gently slapping McGee's face and shaking him. Panicking, Tony got his phone out and called Ducky.

"Ducky! I need you over at McGee's now. He hit his head and he probably has a concussion!"

"Oh, dear! I'll be over as soon as I can," Ducky replied. Tony hung up and moved Tim to the couch.

"Come on, Tim, wake up," Tony whined. Nothing. This was bad, really bad. Finally, he heard a knock at the door, and Tony got up to get it.

"Where is he, Tony?" Ducky asked quickly as he ran inside.

"He's in the living room on the couch."

The two rushed into the living room and Ducky immediately started to check Tim's vitals. He shone a flashlight in McGee's eyes and saw that his pupils where dilated. Everything else was fine.

"He has no concussion, but he hit his head pretty hard, other than that he's looking good. Just make sure he rests and when he does wake up, try and test his abilities; strength, balance, reflexes, vision and what not. Call me with the results, okay Anthony."

"Thanks, Duck," Tony said patting the doctor on the back as he went out the door. Tony went back into the living room and waited for Tim to get up. He read some magazines and played Tetris on his phone to pass the time.

A couple hours later, Tony heard groaning an he looked over to where Tim was. He was finally waking up.

"Tim? Tim can you hear me?" he asked.

"Hmm?" said McGee.

"It's me, Tony, can you open your eyes?" McGee opened one eye, squinting. Then opened his other eye.

"Tony? What- what happened? Did I pass out again?"

"Yes and no. You passed out, but it was caused by you hitting your head on the wall in your shower." replied Tony.

"Oh," said Tim, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I didn't see you... you know. You came out first and collapsed by the couch."

Tim sighed in relief and closed his eyes. His head still hurt, and he was beginning to feel tired. He got up and stumbled before Tony caught him. "Whoa! Where are you going?" asked Tony.

"I'm really tired, Tony. One good nights sleep isn't going to help me not be tired anymore."

"Well, before you go, Ducky said I needed to check some things first."

"Fine."

Tony tested Tim's strength, balance and his reflexes; accidentally punching Tim in the stomach along the way.

"Okay one more thing," said Tony. "Follow my finger," he said putting his finger in front of Tim's face. His eyes followed it with no problem. "Okay, you're good to go." Tony said then called Ducky to tell him the results.

Tim nodded and yawned as he went into his room, climbing into bed and instantly falling asleep. Tomorrow he was going to be going to his mother and sister's funeral.