By the time a nurse found him, Tony's room looked like the scene of a violent murder. Blood had spattered all over the bed, floor, and wall. His face was drained of all color and he was violently trembling from the massive amount of blood he had lost. The nurse came by out of pure fate. She was going around letting people know that dinner would be delayed. She opened the door to Tony's room and found him on the floor. When she first saw him, she assumed that he had been attacked. Then she saw the blood pouring from his mouth and the injury to his wrists. That's when it hit her, he had done it to himself. The nurse immediately paged for help and within seconds Tony's room was swarmed with doctors and nurses. He was loaded on to a stretcher and rushed down to the ER, which was thankfully located right next door to the psychiatric building. Doctors immediately began administering aid to Tony's wounds but he ended up going into shock before they could get him upstairs for surgery.

Gibbs was sitting at his desk, trying his hardest to ignore his churning gut. He refused to believe that he could be facing more bad news. The previous day had been a nightmare. The last thing the team needed was more bad news. Especially poor, Jimmy. The squad-room was virtually empty, except a few straggling agents. The sparseness made the room as quiet as tomb. The sound of his desk phone ringing, rang in his ears like a gun shot and caused him to jump from fear and dread. Taking a deep breath he reached over and took the phone off of it's cradle.

"Hello?"

"Is this Jethro Gibbs?"

"Yes"

"This is Becca George, I am the receptionist from Bethesda Naval Hospital and I have you listed as the emergency contact for an Anthony DiNozzo Jr."

"Yeah he was admitted to the psych ward yesterday."

"That is true but today he was admitted to the ER following what is presumed to be a suicide attempt. He is currently in surgery."

"Tony tried to kill himself? In the psych ward?! What the hell?! How the hell did that happen?! That wasn't supposed to happen!"

"I am sorry but I don't know the details."

"Well who brought him in?! I am determined to know who neglected my boy!"

"I don't know, I am sorry."

"Do you at least know his condition."

"Not currently but when he was taken to surgery he was extremely critical."

Gibbs gripped his desk phone so tightly that his fingers had turned white. He just sat there at his desk, staring straight ahead, into space. He could not believe that this was happening. He could not believe that his son had tried to kill himself. He could not believe that the staff of the psych ward had neglected him so greatly. He could not believe that he had neglected Tony greatly. His son could be dead or dying and it was partially his fault. He continued to sit there, his body trembling with grief, fear, and rage. The other end had long since gone dead. When he could finally allow the phone to fall from his hand, landing upside down on the cradle. It must have taken him five minutes to get the phone rested properly. His body was shaking so and his vision was blurred by tears that were getting harder and harder to fight. He could not bury another child, Abby and McGee Bishop could not bury a friend and brother, Ducky could not bury his nephew, Jimmy could not bury anyone else, and Little Victoria could not lose another key person in her life. No the world needed Tony DiNozzo on this side. Sure Tony wanted Mollie and Gibbs was sure that Mollie wanted her daddy but the world needed Tony. At least for a little while longer, his death could not be like this. Tony deserved to die in a blaze of glory. Not in a hospital as a result of his own broken heart.

"JETHRO!" Ducky bellowed, slamming his hands down hard on the former Marine's desk.

"What?!" Gibbs demanded harshly.

"Are you alright?" Ducky asked.

"No! No I am not!" Gibbs snapped.

"What is wrong?" Ducky asked.

"It Tony, he...he tried to... he tried to hang himself. My son tried to take his own life. He was supposed to be safe in the hospital but they ignored him and now he could be dead!" Gibbs cried.

"Oh Jethro, I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Ducky asked.

"Take me to the hospital. I need to be with my boy." Gibbs replied.

"Of course, get your coat." Ducky replied.

"Thanks Duck" Gibbs replied.

The drive to the hospital was a blur for Gibbs. The last thing he remembered was Ducky helping him into the Morgan. The next thing he knew he was standing at reception, trying to remember his own name or find his damned ID. So they would tell him if Tony was alive or not. If he would be OK or not.

"M uh-uh-um-mu" Gibbs stammered.

"Sir I am sorry but I can't tell you anything if you don't identify yourself." The receptionist apologized.

"Pardon my friend it has been a stressful couple of days. I am Dr. Donald Mallard and I am also listed as an emergency contact for Anthony. I am a medical proxy as well." Ducky explained, flashing his ID.

"Very well, somebody will be with you shortly." The receptionist replied.

"Thank you so much." Ducky replied.

"Thanks" Gibbs mumbled.

Ducky led Jethro over to the nearest couch and helped the younger man sick. He looked over at the man who sat beside. He was dreading bad news about Anthony. He was certain that if Jethro lost Anthony it would be the end of his dearest friend. That the other man would keel over dead right there in the waiting room. Making for three major losses in three days. He knew for a fact that if Anthony and Jethro were lost so soon after Breena. That the remaining members of the already broken NCIS family would crumble and the team would be shattered beyond repair. It was ten hours of purely agonizing waiting before news finally arrived.

"Dr. Mallard?" A man in a lab coat called.

"That's me" Ducky replied.

"I am Dr. Barton, I preformed Anthony's operation." Dr. Barton introduced.

"How is he?" Ducky asked.

"He made it out of surgery but we had to totally reconstruct his veins that is why the operation took so long. He has received four units of blood during the operation and he is facing another before the critical period is over. As I am sure you know the first forty-eight hours are key but it could be at least seventy-two before he is out of the woods." Dr. Barton explained.]

"What are his odds?" Ducky asked.

"As of now seven percent, if he makes it through the next two days it will go up to twenty-five. If he makes it to seventy-two it will be fifty or higher." Dr. Barton explained.

"May I see him?" Ducky asked.

"He is currently in recovery but he should in moved to a regular room in an hour or so." Dr. Barton explained.

A/N: Will Tony make it out of the critical period and manage to survive? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.