Dark Void
Chapter 125th
Loreile was angry once again that she has to be the one on the sideline again with her husband shot in the line of duty. She had made sure that the D.O.D. agent Madeline had understood her orders with keeping the three of them safe. Phineas is going to be needing a great deal of help with the loss of his adopted parents.
Heading outside with the technicians carrying her husband to the hospital. She had gotten inside holding onto her husband's hand and looking for pale. She heard the technician talking to her about any allergies since they will be hooking him up to medications ordered by the doctor they were talking to at the emergency room.
"Doctor Sanchez Special Agent Gibbs heart rate is dropping slightly as with his blood pressure?" he said with the response coming back about Ringers and other orders in regard to the patient's heart.
"Is there something wrong with my husband's heart? Even though Doctor Cyril Taft a cardiac specialist had been watching over him during the past few years," she exclaimed with her words still holding onto his callous hands.
"Your husband's heart rate is dropping and we need to be sure that we keep him safe until we reach the hospital. No doubt the hospital will be contacting the doctor about his patient in trouble," he said to the woman shaking her head.
She stayed quiet while they worked continued with her husband. He was being given blood plasma along with other fluids into his body.
They were going to be reaching the hospital in ten minutes currently on the highway. Meanwhile, at the hospital Doctor Cyril Taft working in the hospital after coming from his home.
When he had gotten the word. He had the operating room two readies as with himself, Doctor Gabriel and the anesthesiologist ALONG WITH THE USUAL TEAM.
He was hot under the collar trying to figure out what exactly happened this time for when it comes to Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his antics of always getting himself killed?
He was waiting in his blue gown in the scrubbing room having received the word that his patient has arrived and was heading up, while his wife Loreile was in admission with giving them additional info.
Arriving onto the floor with the doctors ordering x-rays, MRI, and a CAT SCAN quickly before figuring on how to go about fixing the issues with his right shoulder and leg.
Inside the operating room.
Special Agent Gibbs was set up on the table with all of the usual equipment going to be keeping tabs on him while the doctors will be operating him. They had placed the air mask on him along with the additional tubing into his arms.
The screen in the backlight up in order to look at the x-rays of the areas for where the two bullets had hit in his body.
Meanwhile, Loreile was in the waiting area having fallen asleep after a nurse had come in after three hours working on her husband. She was awake now after receiving the partial good news that her husband was holding his ground.
This was a good sign so far with his heart holding out with the strain of the surgery. Doctor Cyril Taft is an excellent surgeon and a good friend of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
She needed to take a walk outside of the hospital since another three more hours will pass. She was standing at the nurses' station when Doctor Taft changing out of his blue gown seeing Loreile.
He walked over to her with removing his glasses to rub his eyes having been a long operation with come complications with the loss of blood and muscles of the right leg.
"How is he doing Doc?" she touched his shoulder for emotional support.
"We had to give Jethro another three more pints of blood with three different bleeders in his right leg. Otherwise, he's going to be fine with his heart holding well. You can go to ICU within the next 30 minutes."
"When do you think he's going to wake Doc?" she asks needing coffee and something to eat.
"Good question. I think it's best that you head downstairs for some type of refreshment?" as if he was reading her mind.
She headed downstairs to the cafe following his orders. The Cafe was not busy at all making it good for her to pick out her choices. Picking out from the trays she was able to pick out a Turkey club sandwich with pickles, an apple, along with her large diet cola. She was thirsty as hell for the moment.
She was able to pay for everything using her debit card moving over to a table. There were plenty of them to choose from.
She was thinking a great deal about her husband and his injuries. How many times does a man have to endure the pain before he finally has to retire into a safer life? And Loreile had been pushing her husband to make that decision to retire.
MEANWHILE UPSTAIRS
Doctor Cyril Taft came into the room to check on his patient and friend. Taking a look at the chart. He sat down to watch his features.
It was at this time that Gibbs was beginning to come around as he had gotten up to move in closer to his bed. "Jethro try and take it easy already. You've been shot in the right shoulder and right leg."
"Water," he said with Taft grabbing the silver water pitcher and pouring it into a cup.
"Here you go Jethro drink it slowly," Taft says to his friend.
"Where is my wife Cyril?" he says after drinking the cold water.
"Downstairs having something to eat and drink. I will send an escort downstairs to let her know you're awake." he walked over to the intercom to contact the nurses' station to send someone downstairs to inform Loreile about her husband being awake.