Tony went to bed as soon as they returned from Tali's funeral. Gibbs knew that sooner rather than later he was going to have to bring Tony back to the real world. They were going to have to start venturing out. Start out small just getting Tony beyond the guest room and the living room. Work their way outside and around the neighborhood. Then beyond the neighborhood. The last thing Gibbs wanted was for Tony to forget how to live. Today however he was so mentally exhausted. He wanted to collapse but he had to keep Tony sustained. Make sure he at least drank water. Just something to keep him going. He put lunch on even though he knew it would most likely end up in the trash. He fell onto the couch and switched on the TV. He was starting to fall asleep when he heard his phone buzz. Jimmy was hysterical on the other end. A shudder went down his spine. He recalled Jimmy being hysterical, when he learned that Tali was sick.
"Hello?"
"Gibbs I know you're with Tony but Breena is sick! I don't know what's wrong! I'm taking her to the hospital!"
"Which one?"
"Just the local urgent care! They can call 911 I guess."
"Is Ducky coming?"
"He's meeting us there!"
"Alright I really can't leave Tony and I don't want to drag him to a hospital. Call me if you have to transfer and I will figure something out."
"OK"
Breena kept insisting she did not need to go to the hospital, but Jimmy was not taking that chance. They had brushed off Tori's symptoms and look how that had turned out. Legally the hospital could not treat Breena if she did refuse treatment. Thankfully she had come around by the time they arrived to the hospital. She changed her mind again once they were in an exam room but this time Jimmy had an easier time talking her around.
"I know you want to go but we are already here and the doctor will be in any minute." Jimmy reminded.
"There were so many people in the waiting room though." Breena commented.
"We are already checked in. By the time we got discharged we may as well just see the doctor." Jimmy reminded.
"Can't we just go?" Breena asked.
"Technically we could but given it is documented you are a bereaved mother. They would probably classify you as an at risk escapee and have to shut down the whole urgent care." Breena explained.
"They wouldn't do that. Would they?" Breena gasped.
"Probably not that extreme but there is a whole procedure for if a patient goes missing." Jimmy explained.
Jimmy was in the middle of explaining procedure for an AWOL patient when the doctor arrived. He had never been more grateful to see a medical professional. There wasn't really any easy way to turn back now.
Jimmy waited while the doctor preformed the standard exam but had to leave when they did the blood draw. He did blood draws all the time and had seen things ten times worse than a needle prick, but seeing the doctor draw blood brought back horrible memories of that day. He paced around the waiting area with Ducky by his side. He wished he could be in there with Breena, but he just couldn't.
"Hey Ducky?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes" Ducky replied.
"Is it normal to suddenly not be able to deal with blood and stuff?" Jimmy asked.
"What do you mean?" Ducky questioned.
"Like when they were doing the blood draw on Breena. I...I just couldn't. I had to leave." Jimmy explained.
"When did this start?" Ducky asked.
"After Tori died." Jimmy replied.
"Yes" Ducky replied.
"What?" Jimmy asked.
"What you are experiencing is very, very normal." Ducky assured.
Tony woke up in a cold sweat. Another day another nightmare. Sleep was becoming pointless. Thanks t the nightmares he never rested. He only slept because there was nothing better to do to occupy his day. He heard the doorbell ring downstairs. Another casserole being dropped off by a well meaning friend. It was a nice gesture but to Tony it seemed ridiculous. Maybe for a house full of visiting mourners, but not to Gibbs' house. Tony could barely keep water down let alone some heavy casserole. There was Gibbs but his diet pretty much, exclusively consisted of red meat, Chinese food, coffee, and liquor. So much food going to waste, because for some reason that was supposed to make things better.
Dread rose to Jimmy's chest. They had the results of Breena's tests. The testing was over no more blood draws or specimen samples, but the fear was still there. Jimmy was haunted by the memories of returning to Tori's room after each test. How she looked worse and worse, and how the news got worse and worse. His greatest fear was that he would lose Breena too. The doctor had pretty much ruled out meningitis. She would have surely contracted it by now if she was going to contract it and besides the symptoms were different aside from the gastrointestinal issues Breena was fine.
After walking what felt like a million miles he finally made it to her room. He opened the door and slowly made his way inside. He spotted Breena sitting on the exam table. She still looked pale and weak. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but there was also a huge smile face. The doctor was gone. Wasn't he supposed to be present? Didn't he say the results were in? Shouldn't he be there to give aforementioned results?
"Breena?" Jimmy called.
"Jimmy" Breena gasped.
"Where's the doctor?" Jimmy asked.
"He had to get to the next patient." Breena replied.
"But the results" Jimmy stammered.
"I have them." Breena replied voice cracking.
"What's the diagnosis?" Jimmy asked.
"Jimmy. I...I am pregnant." Breena announced.
A/N: Finally some good news? How will the Palmer's cope though? New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.