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"Tony, just hang on, okay? Don't move." With trembling fingers, Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, praying for reception. His prayers went unanswered as he saw that he had only one bar. He glanced at Tony, whose face was scrunched in pain, sweat dripping down his face. For a moment, McGee honestly didn't know what to do and could feel bile rising in the back of his throat. He scrambled quickly back to the driver's seat and wrenched open the door, vomiting on the ground.
"Okay?" DiNozzo mumbled, though he didn't turn to face McGee, and Tim nodded as he wiped a shaky hand across his mouth. "You've got a concussion." Tony added.
"Yeah, I think so," Tim answered. He stood up again, swayed a bit, then staggered over to the passenger side. From here he could see better what had happened; DiNozzo's door was completely smashed in, and McGee actually found himself thinking that Tony was fairly lucky, considering. That didn't stop Tony from bleeding out in the middle of nowhere though. Suddenly, McGee realized that he needed to help DiNozzo, somehow, and he quickly walked back to the driver's side, where he could still open the door.
"Hang on, Tony, I've got a first aid kit in the back, just let me get it," Tim called, knowing that the kit wouldn't have anything of real use, but hopefully there might be some gauze or something…He was digging around in the back when he heard Tony say something.
"What? Tony, I missed that," Tim called, and Tony repeated himself.
"This reminds me of a movie," he said, voice weaker than it had been earlier. McGee wanted to simultaneously laugh and cry.
"Which one?" He asked, relieved when he spotted the kit on the ground. "Tony?" Tim started to panic when Tony didn't answer. He quickly grabbed the first aid kit and scrambled forward. Tony was slumped forward, head hanging, any color he had had completely gone.
"No, no no no," McGee muttered, dropping the first aid kit and pressing shaking fingers to DiNozzo's neck. He was relieved to find a pulse, but it was weak and too fast, and his breaths were shallow and quick. Tim looked at the agent and realized that he was going to have to move him somehow, but there was no way he could open that door and he didn't want to risk hurting Tony further. Still, he might as well do it now, while the senior agent was unconscious…A voice in the back of his head reminded him that it might not matter if he did it now because it was entirely possible that Tony would remain unconscious forever, but he quickly shoved the thought away.
"Okay Tony, I'm gonna get you out of here," he muttered, knowing that Tony couldn't hear him but not really caring. He carefully unbuckled the seat belt, then cut the shoulder strap so that he wouldn't have to maneuver Tony's injured side through it. Tony slumped all the way forward, and McGee awkwardly caught him, turning him so that the wounded agent's head was resting against his chest and Tim was holding him under the armpits. A sudden groan erupted from Tony's mouth as Tim tried to ease him over the center console, despite his best efforts allowing the piece of metal to brush against the emergency brake.
"Damn it, I'm sorry Tony," Tim muttered, sweat dripping into his eyes as he struggled to move DiNozzo's lax body. "If I didn't know you worked out obsessively, I'd say you could stand to lose a few." Damn, he hated Tony being so still and unresponsive, it didn't fit him at all, McGee couldn't imagine standing there and watching Tony die, it couldn't happen… It hit him all of a sudden. It was his fault that Tony had gotten hurt. If he hadn't stopped, maybe they would've been clipped, but it wouldn't have been such a broadside and it sure as hell wouldn't have been right where DiNozzo was sitting. Tim had to hold down the wave of nausea as he felt the urge to vomit, refusing to give in as it would mean dropping Tony.
"Almost there," he muttered through gritted teeth as Tony let out another groan, this one accompanied by fluttering eyelids. Crap crap crap,Tim thought desperately. He was glad that Tony was waking, but the next part, getting him onto the ground from the car was going to be the worst, and he had been hoping that DiNozzo would remain unconscious the whole time.
"The hell?" DiNozzo murmured faintly, and Tim paused and put a hand on the senior agent's shoulder.
"I'm getting you out of the car, Tony," he answered. "It…It's gonna hurt." Tony closed his eyes and stifled a grimace.
"Course it is," he muttered. Tim found himself smiling inwardly. Apparently, his thoughts about their situation apparently shared. Could anything honestly get worse?
"Okay, count of three, right DiNozzo?" McGee said, hoping he sounded a hell of a lot more confident than he felt. Tony nodded tersely, teeth already gritted, muscles tight. "One, two three," McGee counted, and pulled Tony's body out of the car. As careful as he was trying to be, Tony's legs hit the ground heavily, jarring the wound and causing Tony to scream.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," McGee muttered as he laid Tony on the ground. Tony was groaning in pain, sweat standing out on his forehead, breath coming in gasps. McGee's head was pounding worse than before, and as he stood up to get the forgotten first aid kit from the floor of the car, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him.
"McGee?" Tony's voice asked weakly, but Tim couldn't really hear him for some reason, the world was spinning around him and he could no longer tell which way was up or down or any way, really… He let out a groan before the world finally stopped spinning only to turn black.