Authors note: so I had my school prom and therefore gel nails... The struggle to type with gel nails is very real! I will probably update once a week, if I don't update around that time I apologise. I don't know anything about medicine... I can only write when my head is overloaded with thoughts, or when it's about 4 in the morning. Like I have said before I haven't really wrote many fic's, more of a reader. Thank you - Zoey
-The team had gathered at the hospital not long after Gibbs had notified them. Abby had moved seats at least three times in the past hour, her concern transformed into an inability to sit still. Tonight they were not agents, just family. Abby's makeup was a mess, the scientist had always taken pride in her rather unusual appearance, but tonight she couldn't care less. Her mascara had created slowly fading rings around her eyes, staining her face; similar to rings in a pool when an infant, filled with laughter throws a pebble into the water, resulting in a splash and a ripple effect, causing that very infant to stare wide eyed before exploding in a fit of giggles. However there was no laughter tonight! Ducky could not speak; usually he had stories to tell. However as he sat in the family and friends waiting room, tea in hand he knew that he could not tell his stories because the stories he had to tell did not end well. Gibbs sat on the end of the row, two seats down from Ducky, they were the only people who occupied the waiting area which suited Gibbs well, he could not handle a family who weren't trained to expect these sort of events that would have become too much. Ziva was pacing, she could not stand still, becoming agitated at the lack of news. Palmer and Breena sat hand in hand together just waiting, sitting like the sleep deprived and worried people they were, Vance could not get anyone to watch Kayla or Jared so he had called and pre-warned Gibbs to expect the agents that would arrive at the hospital and act as protection for McGee and DiNozzo until they all could be sure that the wreck that they were involved in was not deliberate and that he would be at the hospital first thing. Three agonizingly slow hours had passed before the team were updated on their conditions.
"Family of special agent Timothy McGee and special agent Anthony DiNozzo?" called a well built man in his early thirties, he had soft blue eyes and sandy blonde hair and his ID tag read 'Dr. M Jones'.
"Yes." Gibbs replied as he took a step forward.
The young Doctor turned his head to look at all of the people before him giving a slight reassuring smile in the process. "Timothy McGee is out of surgery; we have sedated him... We had to reconstruct his left shoulder and he also had some internal bleeding which we managed to stop, as well as a couple of broken ribs. He had a couple of cuts that had required stitches and he has a substantial amount of bruising. One of our main concerns his head injury, because of that we have placed him in a medically induced coma and neuro will monitor him closely."
The doctor took a breath, he then continued "Anthony DiNozzo is still in surgery, he has a few broken ribs, one of which pierced his left lung which is our main concern due to the scarring he already has, that is why much like Timothy McGee, Anthony DiNozzo is in a medically induced coma. He also has a compound fracture to his right leg, a slight concussion, internal bleeding, cuts and his bruising."
"Thank you." Gibbs nodded slightly acknowledging the young doctor before he turned and walked away, checking on his patients Gibbs assumed. He was silently grateful that the doctor had spoken in English to them and hadn't used any words that he did not understand.
It another two hours before they were allowed into the intensive care unit to visit them. At first Dr Jones had been adamant that only doctors and nurses were allowed in, after all it was the ICU. It was only when Gibbs had said that the team needed to see Tony and Tim on an official capacity that they were allowed, one at a time to view them.
Gibbs tentatively walked through the quiet corridors that held all seriously injured people, those in critical condition. He abruptly stopped upon seeing his young team members, his surrogate sons. They were in separate rooms, yet adjacent to each other... Gibbs gingerly opened the door to McGee's room, taking in his surroundings as he sat down. The young agent's eyes were closed as he lay on a bleached down hospital bed, wires were sprawled across his chest and a ventilating tube came directly out of his mouth. The white sheets caused him to look rather pale and much smaller; the direct result of a SUV being hit by a semi trailer Gibbs concluded.
Ziva's breath hitched as she took his dishevelled appearance; his previously white shirt was now stained in a crimson red. It had been put aside as evidence, a part of the investigation that would now be centred around them. He was completely exhausted, which could clearly be seen even despite the medical equipment that surrounded him. His usual tanned, Italian skin was now non-existent; he was pale and cold to the touch. She was told it was due to so much blood loss... The pain she felt quickly became paralysing, she was unable to move and in that moment she allowed herself to be vulnerable, However it was only a moment. Her Mossad exterior was back, her defensive mechanisms strong again as Gibbs walked, making sure that she was not alone.