Anger Management
Chapter 14th
"What we need to do is find this Willie Lopez and find out why he was coaxed into working with Hernandez in the first place?" Timothy McGee will say to the group inside of the waiting room. It was getting to be too much of a habit with Special Agent Gibbs always winding up into the hospital being shot.
Torres wasn't all too pleased with his future wife Eleanor at home. "Where do we start McGee?"
"I know where Nick. We check with all of Gibbs personal files for when it dealt with his snitch Willie Lopez. I understand that he's mostly on high profile drug cases over the past ten years." He will say to Torres.
While Loreile was listening to them. "Maybe you two talk with Vance about giving him a probable deal in order for him to help us try and find Hernandez and his associates. I don't know about all of you is the fact I am sick and tire of this monster always hurting my husband. And Jethro went willingly knowing it was going to be a trap. I couldn't get him to budge on the subject matter. He's so god damn stubborn and other words that I can't even bother to say."
"How well do we know this Loreile. I have been working with Gibbs a very long time. I don't wish to discuss his methods when most of the times they worked with his gut instincts." McGee relayed the information.
It was at this particular moment when a nurse came in once again with hour number six. "Doctor Cyril Taft will be in shortly to talk all of you about Agent Gibbs condition. He's going to be moved to ICU in a few moments. We will be allowing the wife first before everyone else. Please excuse me everyone." The young nurse in her late twenties leave the waiting room.
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Oxford house Alexandria
Willie Lopez was in of a fix at the clinic that helps junkies. Willie was shaking like a leaf when Doctor Lee Chow seen him asking him to come inside. Willie was frightened as well after what he had done to his associate Special Agent Gibbs. He really needed to say something to the authorities.
"I believe your name is Willie Lopez? How can I help you this time?" The doctor needed to asked before helping the man in need of a fix.
"Yes it is Doctor and I need something to keep me going for a few days. Are you able to help me?" As he grabbed his arm even though not enough to hurt the older doctor coming from Korea 20 years prior.
"I can help you. I will have the nurse come in here to help give you the shot. I will need you to sign these papers as best as you could so that if anything happens the Oxford House will not be responsible." He stated with handing him a pen into his shaky hand even though Lopez was strong enough.
He was able to sign the forms without a problem while he waited for the nurse. Doctor Chow walked out to speak with one of the nurses available moving over to the special cabinet in another office. She had the experience to fill the syringe with the special drug formula to help patients to continue on with their lives even though short term.
She moved over to Doctor Chow's office to see the patient sitting in the chair shaking trying to control himself. "Mr. Lopez I have the syringe for you. This will help you cope for a few days." She moved over to him with moving his coat in order to get at his right arm and with moving his white shirt. After a few minutes she was able to find the proper vein to inject the syringe and the drug. "You should be feeling better in a few moments."
"Thank you." He said with a slight of a smile on his face.
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Loreile walked into ICU and her husband's room feeling angry in regard to her emotions. She needed to keep them in check with sitting by his side.
She watched his ashen face while he had on his breathing mask for now. She held onto his cold rough hand working with them for years with his craving, sanding and anything else he loved to do.
A nurse came in to take off the mask since he didn't need it now with breathing on his own. "He should wake soon. Doctor Cyril Taft will be back after taking a break."
"Thank you, nurse." Loreile had to say as a normal response. While she had gotten up to kiss him on to his cheek after the mask had come off. She sat back down with feeling the anxiety and with the unborn child active.
It was at this particular moment that her husband began to moan as if he was waking up. "OMG! "She needed to call for a nurse.
Moments later the night nurse at the nurses station arrived to see the patient waking. She had to asked the technician to see if Doctor Taft was still in the hospital.
Meanwhile she held his cold, chapped hand in hers. While watching him wake slowly. One thing for sure he was going to need some ice chips for his dry throat and mouth. He's trying to focus with opening his eyes.
"Hey there! Welcome back Jethro." She will say to him while she gave him a moment to gather his thoughts.
"How bad Loreile?" He spoke softly with saying the words.
"Right shoulder and lower right leg. You have lost a great deal of blood before everyone was able to get to you." She had to say. "Otherwise Doctor Cyril Taft was able to put you back together again." She had made him smile...
"I can bet Cyril is not happy with me with getting shot again?" He replied in a cryptic demeanor.
"You can say that Jethro. However he's going to be here soon now that they have notified that you're awake." She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before the nurse said she wanted to check his bandages.