Undercover Operations
Chapter 61th
Gibbs looked up slightly into Doctor Taft's face after waking from his injuries. "At least you're not in a coma, Jethro?" he tells him with looking up at the computer terminal.
"Hey!, why are you picking on me already Doc?" he cried out with his response and a cough with his lungs hurting him trying to breathe.
"I am not Gibbs, besides it looks like I will be needing to be putting back the air mask over you? Since it looks like you're having a hard time to breath.
"A little." he croaked out with Taft grabbing the new air mask with turning it on his face. "let me know whether it's too much for you.
After a few moments of breathing in the oxygen. "It's fine, Doc. I need to know oh how is Loreile and my son in the nursery?" he advised with his question.
Doctor Taft exhaled first needing to relax before answering the question after such a long day. "Loreile is doing well and does doubt will be heading home in a few days as with your son Daniel," he tells him with the information he asked for. "Anything else you need to know?"
"Yeah, on whether I have lost any body parts?" he croaked out with his air mask over his face.
"Of course not, Jethro!" Taft was tired and needed to go on home from the hospital and spend time with his friend asking too many questions.
"Then why can't I feel anything at all?" he alluded with asking the question.
"You're under a heavy dose of pain medication dopey." he preceded with moving up from his seat with needing to get out of his room.
"You're leaving already Doctor?" Gibbs was being a total jackass for the moment.
"Did you forget that I was the one that operated on you after an already long day for me?" he said cryptically to him with the yawning response.
"Sorry, I didn't realize with the time frame of getting hurt down by the Mission district? at least that is what I am able to remember," he whispered slightly with this throat dry needing some water. "Can you help me with drinking the water in that pitcher?" he ordered with his throat hoarse.
"What am I your slave?" Doctor Taft was pensive all of the sudden needing to go home and sleep next to his wife Catherine.
"Of course not, Doctor!" Gibbs said with trying to move with the body over to the silver pitcher on the table.