The verdict was final, Joshua and Fredrick were going to jail for the rest of their lives, no chance of parole. Tony was exhausted afterwards, and Gibbs had to carry him to the car. There had been a journalist there once or twice, but Gibbs had looked at him and he had run away.
"I'm tired" Tony complained, "And I don't remember what the doc said about my legs" Tony murmured.
"Go to sleep, she said your legs are gonna be fine in a month or two" Gibbs said and tucked the comforter around Tony.
"But-" Tony said and Gibbs kissed him.
"Do you ever shut up?" Gibbs asked as they pulled apart.
"No, I think you have to shut me up a little more" Tony grinned now.
Gibbs sighed. "Tony, I've been meaning to ask..." Gibbs let his voice trail off.
"Don't ask Gibbs.. it's not okay yet, it's not good yet, I'm still.. jittery.. I just.. it'll be okay, I'll get there.. I'll be fine" Tony mumbled as Gibbs kissed him again.
"Good" Gibbs said.
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AN:
Very very very short, I know, watch out for my next ficlet Shadow.
Just watch out for it, it's pointy and contains torture.. poor Tony..
it's even worse than this.. lot's of boo boo's..