Faintly, McGee could hear someone saying his name, but whoever it was wasn't talking very loudly, and Tim had to strain to hear him.
"Come on McGee, wake up," the voice pled, and Tim wanted to, but he didn't want to get dizzy again and it was so hard… He was startled when something touched his shoulder and gradually started to wake. It was cold, he could hear something, he wasn't sure what, but it sounded terrible. Finally he opened his eyes, disoriented to find himself staring at the sky. It was overcast, gray clouds everywhere, and Tim thought vaguely that it might start raining soon. He blinked slowly, trying to remember what happened, and why the hell he was lying on the ground…Holy crap.
"Tony? Tony?" McGee cried, sitting up quickly and wincing as his head swam. After a second, he could focus again, and he gasped as he saw DiNozzo's still body. He had managed to drag himself to McGee's side, Tim was horrified to see the blood trail that he had left behind.
"Come on, DiNozzo," McGee muttered, placing his fingers on Tony's neck. His pulse was weak and thready, and his breathing was even more labored than before. McGee felt even more guilty as he realized that Tony had exhausted himself trying to help him. With shaking hands, Tim opened the first aid kit and took out gauze and tape. He wasn't entirely sure how one should treat a huge piece of metal sticking out of someone's body, but he was going to have to try and stop the bleeding somehow. He quickly pulled off his undershirt and ripped it in half, tucking it awkwardly around the metal, careful not to jar it. DiNozzo moaned slightly as Tim pressed heavily on the makeshift bandage, then used the tape to try to secure it in place.
"Hey Tony," Tim muttered, continuing to press on the bandage. "It'd be really great if you woke up, DiNozzo, but you make things hard on me whenever you can, huh?" McGee could picture Tony's ornery grin as he watched him struggle. What's wrong, Probester? Too pansy to get me out of here? McGee looked closely at DiNozzo's face for a second, at the tightly shut eyes, the sweat trickling down his forehead, and he knew that he had to act fast. He needed to get cell service, hopefully it wouldn't be too far, he would just have to leave Tony behind…He didn't want to leave DiNozzo behind. But what else could he do?
"Okay DiNozzo, I'm gonna go get help, okay?" Tim said quietly, hating that he was leaving Tony alone, but honestly seeing no other solution. "Just hang on." Tim carefully moved Tony so that he was lying as comfortably as possible, Tim's jacket bunched up under his head, a blanket from the back of the car gently draped over him. McGee knew better than to bolt up again, and took his time standing up, pausing for the dizziness to subside. He hadn't taken two steps when a voice startled him.
"McGee?" Crap.
"Yeah Tony?" McGee returned to the injured agent's side. "I'm going to go get help, Tony." Tony was blinking rapidly, and it took Tim a second to realize that he was blinking away tears.
"Please don't leave me," he whispered, and McGee's heart fell. He sounded so broken, so…hopeless. "In case…I…I don't want to be alone." Tim shook his head. This couldn't be happening.
"Okay Tony, I won't leave you, but don't talk like that, okay? You're gonna be fine." McGee's voice was shaking as much as his hands, but he hoped that Tony wouldn't notice.
"I want to go with you," DiNozzo said, and Tim looked at him.
"Are you serious, Tony? You're hurt."
"So are you. Come on, help me." His voice was weak and breathy, but Tim could hear the determination in it.
"Tony, if we shift that metal-"
"We both know that I'm not going to make it out of here if we don't get help anyway."
"Yeah, so you could wait for me here." Tony shook his head.
"No. If I go with you, hopefully I won't fall asleep," he murmured, and Tim could hear the fear in the statement.
"Okay. But it's gonna hurt like hell," McGee said, and knelt next to Tony. Tony gritted his teeth as McGee gently lifted him onto his feet. He slung Tony's left hand around his shoulder, managed to sort of grab his right pant leg because grabbing him around the waist was out of the question, and they started to half walk, half stumble down the road, hopefully to help and safety soon.