Paraguay's truth

Chapter 107

Doctor Taft and Doctor Sanders inside the operating room was able to repair the damage to his shoulder and upper left thigh, along with removing the bullets. His condition was mostly guarded even though Taft was more worried about a possible heart attack with his health of recent.

His heart rate was a little fast for his taste for the most part. Though his blood pressure was rising helping with the factor of three pints of AB Positive blood to help matters.

Once they were done after three hours in the opening room. Taft was exhausted with the late hour. He will be able to sleep once he speaks with the entire team accept for Madeline having driven to the motel to sleep. Taft had a place to sleep in one of the doctor's quarters with one of them currently on vacation.

Torres, Tyler and Lt. Brown were asleep in the chairs while McGee was awake waiting for any word. Plus the fact he needs to stay here in case Loreile calls him once she lands at the airport.

Taft walked in with taking off his cap to let them know that Gibbs was going to be fine in time and with physical therapy.

"Doc how long do you think he will be staying in the hospital?" he asked in a serious tone of his.

"That is going to be up to Jethro on whether or not he listens to his doctors and mostly the nurses." he commented with some sarcasm.

"By the way Doc. Loreile is on her way here with having to taken a flight. She is supposed to be calling me when she gets in. I will be going to be picking her up at the airport. So I will be staying here while everyone else is going to the motel to get some rest."

No one protested with the order to head for the motel to sleep. Even Torres didn't bother to say a word with being exhausted like the other two.

He had watched them leave with McGee laying down on the long green couch. While the doctor went to see Gibbs on whether or not he was settled.

Finding out that he was in ICU room 821 a private room. He saw his friend in bed with the wires all set into his veins and with keeping track of his vitals. Reading the medical file on the table. He was happy to read that the nurses were able to give him further pain killers and antibiotics with the bottle hanging down into his arm.

At least this time Gibbs was lucky that no more damage done was to his body. And including the color of his face not looking like he's on deaths door for the most part.

Placing the medical file back onto the table. He left needing to call his wife Catherine once he gets into the quarters to lay down after a long for days for him.

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Exactly forty five minutes later Timothy McGee was able to notice Loreile sitting on a white bench near the baggage claim with her personal belongings. Loreile looked up eating up a Hotdog on a bun having to be hungry. She finished it as with the milk shake.

"Tim, you made it in good time? How are you?" she stood up with the unborn child to give him a huge hug.

"I did. There wasn't any traffic reaching the airport. As for how I am doing? Pissed that Gibbs is shot again by the new Cartel leader Damon and his henchmen." McGee was angry and wanted to kill Damon himself for the most part. "Shall we go Loreile."

"Did you hear anything about my husband Tim?" she was concerned mostly...

"He's still in guarded condition. Otherwise Doctor Taft said that it can be any time that Gibbs will be waking." he said...

"I am hopefully that he wakes when I am there watching over him like always." as they moved off to head out of the airport.