He noticed they were isolated as he knelt t beside his friend, attempting to hold pressure to his wounds.
"Hang on Jethro." He offered, as he reached to take his pulse. He let out a deep sigh as he found it weaker then the one he had taken before. "Don't you quit on me now, you don't want to be known as a quitter do you Jethro?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Better than being remembered as a bastard." He tried to laugh but the pain wouldn't let him. "Ah God, Duck this is it."
"Come now, you have a superb doctor tending to you, no way will I let you give up that easily."
He took in a deep breath and practically screamed out in pain. "Ah."
"I've got you Jethro, I've got you." Ducky leaned over him and embraced him softly. "I know it hurts…I know…shhh." He spoke softly into his ear. "Shhh, I've got you."
"Duck…you gotta take are of 'em." He uttered through the pain shooting through him. "You will, I know you will."
He was fighting back tears, in fear it would further his friends condition. "I will Jethro my boy…I will."
Gibbs looked up at him, with a look that Ducky will never forget. It was a look of fear, yet relief. And he watched a rare smile fall across as his face, as he uttered his last word. "Kelly…"