Gibbs was once again seated in a familyroom, he was now staring at a poster with a kitten hanging down from some sort of ledge, with the words "hang in there" printed on it. Ironic really. This time, however, he had Ducky there for support. Dazed, he had let Ducky drive him to the hospital, Abby had called Ziva and McGee, and Pacci and his tam had gone out to find the perps. What mattered now was Tony. A doctor came inside. Doctor Fisher.

"Hello, I'm Agent DiNozzo's doctor" Doctor Fisher said, "You can call me Brad" he added, "Now, down to business, Agent DiNozzo's sufferd major head trauma, if he wakes up from his current state of coma, we will need to assess what type of help he will need, and..."

Gibbs zoned out. IF he wakes up. Not WHEN. IF.

"Brain injury" Gibbs whispered, "Are you sure there'll be brain injury?" Gibbs asked without looking at the doctor. The doctor blinked, looking at Gibbs over his glasses. Fisher cleared his throat and folded his hands on top of the table.

"We're fairly sure" Fisher said.

"What're the chances he'll have a normal life?" Gibbs asked and looked Fisher straight in the eyes.

"Fifteen percent" Fisher said quietly. Gibbs smirked. "I don't quite understand the humor here" Fisher said, obviously confused as Gibbs chuckled.

"Anthony was once infested with Y. Pestis, pneumonic plague, doctor Fisher, I believe fifteen percent is the exact percentage of survivers from it" Ducky said. Fisher frowned.

"Ah.. well, we should discuss what type of he-"

"He won't be needing it, he'll be fine" Gibbs said and smirked, "he's got a thick scull"

"Well, it's cracked right now" Fisher said impatiently. Gibbs's eyes were suddenly fixed on his, and Fisher could feel uneasiness settle in his body. Anxiety.

"He'll.. be.. fine" Gibbs growled, before he got up and left. Ducky stared after his longtime friend before he turned to Fisher, to get more information.

Gibbs walked into the waitingroom and sat down in the cafeteria after buying som coffee Gibbs was sur that was made in the depths of hell. Pure tare, as Gibbs saw it. Nothing near what Tony used to make. Tony was the only one he knew that made perfect coffee. But Gibbs paid and sat down with the coffee all the same. He stared at the wall. Someone must've gotten the colours mixed, he mused, the bottom was yellow, some sort of creamish yellow, and the top was white. There was a dark wooden panel in the middle, splitting the two colours. The chairs in the cafeteria were deep brown, the table's were obviously made to look chromed, all in all, you could see it was a hospital from far away. Gibbs blinked as a hand touched his shoulder, and he tilted his head back to see Ducky looking at him.

"Are you alright?" Ducky asked, as he walked over to a chair.

"Just watching the colours" Gibbs said. Ducky merely looked at him strangely a little while.

"Maybe you should get some sleep?" Ducky suggested.

"I'll sleep when Tony's okay" Gibbs said. Ducky sighed. He knew he could never convince Gibbs to sleep right now. So he settled to watching the same wall as Gibbs.

"Who on earth picks out these colours?" Ducky asked.

"Whoever it is, should be keelhauled" Gibbs chuckled.

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