Tony glared at the ceiling of the hospital. Great just great another concussion. He was so sick of getting those things. At this point he was lucky he didn't have brain-damage. As if the concussion wasn't bad enough. Gibbs was right. He had fallen off the ladder because he had chosen to keep climbing up and and down with his paint brush. In his defense that was how he had always done it. He had painted probably ten rooms in his life, like that with no problem, until now that is. The door opened and Gibbs walked inside. He closed his eyes and tried his best to pretend to be asleep.
"Know you're awake Tony." Gibbs grunted.
"Damn" Tony sighed.
"Have you learned anything?" Gibbs asked.
"Oh come on Boss I am hurt." Tony whined.
"I know. You scared the shit out of all of us." Gibbs replied.
"Sorry" Tony mumbled.
"Just don't be that stupid again." Gibbs replied.
"I won't believe me." Tony assured.
"Good" Gibbs replied.
Jimmy rolled over in bed and found Emma looking into his eyes. He noticed that Abby had bought her a t-shirt and she had put on her tutu.
"Hey girlie" Jimmy rasped.
"OK daddy?" Emma asked.
"I am feeling a little better." Jimmy replied.
"Good" Emma replied.
A/N: Sorry for the short crappy chapter but I have very little inspiration. I think I am going to jump ahead in the next chapter. That usually gets the inspiration going. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.