A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I have been so busy lately (School Cert., and HSC coming up). It's a wonder I got to post at all! But here it is, all thanks to possiblycrazzie! She gave me tips and inspiration to get over my writer's block, and without her, this chapter would never have been done. Thank you so much, this chapter is dedicated to you! hands possiblycrazzie a bunch of flowers and a teddy

Alright, I probably will be really slow in updating, seeing as though I've just hit the part of my schooling in which you actually have to try. But I'll do my best, I'm just not making any promises.

Cookie presentation at the end of the chapter!

Tony woke to that strange feeling you get when you fall asleep and someone else puts you in bed – not feeling completely comfortable but not feeling uncomfortable either.

He could feel a soft mattress and pillow below him, and a light sheet covering him. Wondering vaguely where he was, he rolled over on his side and forced his heavy eyes open.

That's when it hit him.

His head felt as if a large sledgehammer had hit him – the pain was so great, it was almost nauseating. He couldn't think straight, couldn't feel his body. The only thing that existed was the heavy, pounding sensation that existed solely in his head.

Closing his eyes, he calmed himself, and tried to ignore the agony. The initial shock subsided as he adjusted to the pain, and opened his eyes again to observe his surroundings.

He immediately guessed that it was a hospital room. Where else would the walls be painted stark white with various Disney characters wallpapered around the door? Apart from the YMCA Daycare. Oh, the memories.

Vaguely registering the fact that he couldn't move his right arm, due to the fact that it was in a heavy cast (with the phone numbers and names of various nurses scrawled all over it), he sluggishly scanned the room, not moving more than was necessary. Finally, his aching eyes rested on one Timothy McGee.

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

McGee smiled reassuringly at Tony, shifting slightly in the plastic chair he had been planted in for the last three hours, and setting down 'IPT for Dummies'.

"I have discovered new, painful muscles I never knew I had."

He said it more to himself or as a general announcement, as if he hadn't heard McGee, as he ran his tongue over the inside of is mouth, noting the chipped teeth and chewed out, bloody tongue and sides.

McGee laughed quietly and leaned back in his seat, regarding Tony with something close to parental affection.

"Don't worry. You'll feel better in a couple of days – just lie down. You just need a ton of sleep."

Tony groaned, having to repeat these words to himself a couple of times before they started to take on the vaguest of meanings. A meaning which he chose to ignore.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?"

McGee scrambled to his feet as Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up – only to be hit by a sickening wave of dizziness and brief loss of sight, accompanied my spinning lights.

"I'm going to work," Tony muttered thickly.

"No you're not."

Tony's balance was already nonexistent, so it was not a problem for McGee to firmly push him over, landing him back on the bed.

Now, if Tony's brain was not currently trying to escape through his ears, he would probably have been highly offended that the Probie dared lay a hand on the great Anthony Dinozzo. In his current state, however, he just groaned, as his vision did a funny dance, and his stomach bounced around violently to the tune of 'Ode to Joy'.

"I will get bored."

"After my first seizure, I didn't get out of bed for a week! And I was lucky – no broken bones or serious damage."

Tony lolled on the bed, rolling over so his face was in the pillow, mildly disinterested.

"…seizure?"

"Yeah. The doctors will want to run some tests – MRI, EEG, but I can already tell. See, you have all the symptoms, and I know all about it, since I've had it since I was 16 – I found out right after the car crash."

At this, McGee sobered up a bit. But he quickly shook off the unhappy memory and plunged on, each word adding a brick to Tony's increasing headache.

"It'll be fine once it's under control, and, hey, I've got it, so we're kinda in this together, now, right?"

Tony's mind wasn't in any condition to tell McGee to shut up, so he just grunted grumpily into his pillows. McGee took this as an invitation to continue.

"You have Epilepsy."

A/N: streamers and balloons fall from ceiling We have a winner! And now, a giant, super, uber-cookie to lissa-bhw! presents a huge cookie wrapped in a red ribbon You guessed first! Congratulations! Sorry you had to wait so long.

Alright, things should get interesting now. Please review – tell me if I'm going wrong or what you want to happen, and I will take it into consideration. On that note, should I do pairings? (Tate?)