Anger Management
Chapter 147th
Taft raked the back of his head to try and answer Loriele's question. "I really don't know Loriele. It's all depends on whether Jethro is able to be taking it easy, or rather the local Cartel will leave him alone?" Taft noted with a sigh.
"I highly doubt it Doc! I have a son that is going to be needing my attention for a little while with Loriele having her hands full." Gibbs whispered with his comment.
"Along with you getting healthy in order for you to be the instructor at the NCIS Acamedy and gun range with your students," Taft said with some sarcasm.
Setting up higher in bed with the remote in his hand.
"What is that supposed to mean Doc?" Gibbs says with a deep breath.
"I need for you to stay healthy so that you're able to work at the Academy with the local Cartel or any of your enemies going after you again. God forbid we had enough of it during the four years you're been married to Loreile." another comment Gibbs didn't like.
"Would you mind telling me Cyril in what you're trying to tell me that being married to Loriele is the bad luck of sorts?" he was angered at his friend.
"Of course not Jethro!" Doc cried out.
This is when Special Agent Gibbs needed to get off the bed to be sitting in a chair. He felt like a caged tiger having to be facing Doctor Taft.
"I need to get off this bed now," he ordered with lowering the bed with the remote with the doctor to help him with bringing over his walker in order not to fall to the floor since he was still recovering from his by-pass surgery.
"Here use this for now until I know for sure you're able to stand up without losing your balance," Taft questioned.
"I am not a complete fool doctor that I can't walk on my own. I have done it for years without anyone getting in the way of it?" Gibbs said with sarcasm and with his nasty demeanor.
"You're a stubborn bastard at times Jethro?" Taft snapped back with watching his patient move off the bed without using the walker to prove a point.
Looking up into the doctor's face with his glasses fogged needing to be cleaned. "I have been told that a number of times over the years and this includes my own wife Loreile." he noted with a smirk showing on his face.
All of a sudden when he was off the bed. He was dizzy as hell with needing to grab the walker in front of him before falling.
"It serves you right Jethro. Sit down on the chair before you really fall down for sure?" Taft barked with his order.
"Jesus H. Christ I don't like feeling this way, Cyril? I have a business to attend to with getting better and out of here to go after the bastards that had put me here in the first place?" he barked out with his response and with sitting back to close his eyes for the moment.
"What's wrong?" Taft had to take a look at his friend as his color had changed to a lighter shade of pale before finally, his vitals were able to be normal once again. "I don't like this at all Jethro?" he responded with concern for his friend.
"Ever since I had the double bypass I haven't been feeling right?" Gibbs noted with his question and with feeling like his head was spinning.
"Okay enough of this. I am getting you back into bed Jethro and call in Doctors Silverton and Sinclair to find out just what the hell is going on with you?" he cried out...
He was able to help his patient back into the bed with Gibbs not fighting him at all with the idea. Once he was settled and being given the warning to stay put.
He walked out confused slightly as to what was going on with his friend. He headed for the nurse's station to page both doctors for a conference in his office.
Taft's office Conference
"I really don't know what to say to you, Cyril. But nothing shows on any of the tests that will indicate more problems with the double bypass?" Doctor Sinclair needed to say with shifting in his seat across the ways from his desk.
"As for myself Doctor Taft, the only thing I can think of for the moment is mental?" Doctor Silverton snapped back with a possible reason.
Doctor Taft had taken off his glasses with a stress headache. " I don't understand what you're trying to say, Anthony?" Taft needed to ask the question.
"Special Agent Gibbs is concerned for his life and family. His mind is telling him that he's sick with thinking that he might have a major heart attack or worst." Doctor Sinclair suggested with his thinking as with Doctor Silverton.
"So what are we to do doctors to sway the course of his health?" Taft inquired with the question.
"I think it's best that he either talks with Doctor Grace Confalone or Doctor Anthony Sterling of NCIS?" Doctor Sinclair needed to say on the subject.
"You know damn well he's going to give us a hard time for when it comes to talking with a shrink either way?" Doctor Cyril Taft knows the agent just too well.
"Doc, you're going have to point it out to him that his health is important for his physical and mental well-being? Since it does involve for when it comes to his heart condition and the symptoms he's been having of late?"
"You're right Doctor! It's not going to be easy for me to let him know what he's having those issues in the first place?" Taft cries out with his response.