Dark Void
Chapter 130th
Moving everything in the house. Loriele was starving as with the rest of the gang. She needed to eat before she passed out from starvation and with the baby needing nourishment right now.
Madeline had set the table for everyone. Even though Nathan was sitting at the smaller table set up as with Phineas having down the stairs feeling the sadness of his loss of his adopted parents.
Once everyone was settled. They were able to dig in so to speak with eating and drinking at the late hour.
Meanwhile, Loriele was quiet as Madeline had to ask what was wrong.
"It's Jethro. I am worried about the infection and fever. It's not a good thing for him to be suffering like this once again. While his team members were told to go home instead of waiting to try to see him." she says with digging into the jumbo shrimp and chicken wings.
"Gibbs team understands the situation that they aren't able to see him. When they have work that needs to be done with NCIS. No doubt Senior Field Agent McGee is doing a great job taking Jethro's place?" She needed to say to try and make Loriele feel better.
"Thank you." Loreile needed to say.
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Bethesda hospital
The next morning Doctor Cyril Taft arriving from home after checking his own office before arriving onto the floor to check his patient's chart of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. One thing he did notice was the fact that his temperature has dropped slightly still not out of the woods. Even though he needed to check the wound on his upper right thigh for where the infection was located.
Walking into his darkened room with turning up the light to sees. His friend was asleep with his features calm as if he wasn't suffering at all, nor was he had been dreaming.
Taking out the light instrument to check his pupils in both eyes to be normal. While listening to his heart with the scope to have the beats slowed slightly in his ears.
Looking up at the computer screen giving him the answers to his heart rate, blood pressure, and most of all his oxygen levels. Next came checking the leg with putting on blue gloves and with calling in a nurse to help him with the new bandages and cleaning solution.
One of the young nurses working the morning shift came in with the equipment needed to remove the bandages. She stayed behind the doctor to make notes once he was able to remove the bandages with the scissors. Pulling them off to see the wound. The infection was just about gone to be a good sign for his patient. After cleaning the wound with the solution. He had placed the new pressure bandages on his wound.
Removing the gloves with throwing them into the recycle bin. He grabbed the medical file and made a number of notes on his patient. After a moment he pulled up a chair to sit with his friend for a few moments watching his features. Taft started to shake his head once again not liking the latest situation with his friend Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
After sitting for ten minutes. He was paged to head to another location with a patient having a heart attack in his room and he ran in with the CODE BLUE team and cart on hand.
Otherwise, Gibbs was asleep from the medication they had given him.
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Three days later...
Loreile decided to take the chance of coming to see her husband in spite of the fact she was still angry at him. She came to speak with Doctor Cyril Taft into his office while arriving himself earlier from home with his wife Catherine and his new family.
Taft had been sipping his black coffee and notes left by his secretary now somewhere in the hospital. She had knocked on the door to hear Taft telling her to come inside.
Exhaling. She walked into the office to take off her grey coat needing answers. "Doc how are you?" she asks with sitting down on the chair in front of him.
"Care for a soda, water, or coffee?" he had to asks as a friend.
"Bottled water this time Doc. So tell me how is my husband's condition?" she replied.
"He's improving greatly Loreile knowing that he needs to get out of here. But he was more scared of losing you for the most part Loreile. And when you see him, I need for you to be civil for god sake without upsetting him further." Understand?" he was serious this time when it came to his patient and general deposition.
"Of course I understand Cyril. I just don't like to feel this way all of the time and my anger with him having taken the chance with going after Alejandro Riveria."
"He's dead now Loreile and Jethro can at least remember that at least?" Taft commented.
"But why am I feeling like I hate the world and my husband right now and this pregnancy?" she needed to get off her chest right now.
"God! You really need to talk with someone right now. Maybe I should make the suggestion that you speak with Doctor Grace Confalone?" he quipped with his words to see Loreile squirming in her chair.
"Maybe you're right Cyril? Do me a favor to set it up for me with her coming to the home later depending on her schedule. I don't plan to be staying too long visiting Jethro in his home. I will be home the rest of the afternoon." she cried out with the response.
"I will call her right now while you go and visit Gibbs. I will be sure to leave you a message on your voicemail and go from there and good luck with the chat with Doctor Grace Confalone. She is the best going in the business." he had to say with a smirk on his face.