A/N: Hey, this chapter was written when I myself was having a bad day, or more aptly, a bad week. Brother's sick, and if you have ever taken a gander at my profile, you'll see my older brother died of a heart condition, a condition that my younger brother might have. :/ Sorry for not responding to everyone's reviews and next chapter will hopefully be posted on Tuesday, after my little brother's appointment with our family's cardiologist. Prayers, thoughts and fingers crossed are all welcomed.

Oh, and slight language warning. Because secretly, Gibbs would say the word once or twice in a situation such as this.

Chapter Seven

When I woke up this morning, it was a bad day. My bad arm hurt really bad and even when Boss stretched it out for a long time I still cried every time I had to move it. My bad leg was being bad too and I needed help going down the stairs from my room to the kitchen in our house.

Boss had to help me with breakfast too but it wasn't really bad and I could still feed myself. I ate breakfast and took my medicines but I still didn't feel good and even though I laid down on the couch, I still felt sick and I threw up in the bucket Boss put by the couch.

Boss got me a clean shirt after that because I got the red one I was wearing already dirty. Boss got really worried because I still had a sun burn from the beach but the burn didn't hurt anymore because Boss had lotion that helped. Boss asked if my burn hurt because I got sick the day after I got the sun burn but I was only sick for a day and this didn't feel like that kind of sick when we had been at the beach a while ago. But we're home now and I don't think it's the same kind of sick.

I shook my head and he felt my forehead because he had taken my helmet when I laid down. He said I was hot but I didn't think so because it smelled funny and I was really cold and my bad hand started shaking and I started crying because I hurt really bad.

"Oh shit," Gibbs whispered, quickly getting Tony to lie on the carpet. He snagged the pillow that Tony had been laying on and placed it under Tony's head.

"Shit," Gibbs said a bit louder for emphasis. He mentally kicked himself in the butt. Tony had thrown up about less than half an hour after taking his anti-convulsion medication. It probably hadn't been absorbed fully into Tony's system before Tony had thrown it back up and now, it looked as if Tony's seizure was turning into a tonic-clonic, or grand mal, seizure.

He had had so many of these in the hospital that often, it had taken a shot of an anti-convulsant and a sedative to get Tony to stop shaking. He had PTE, or post-traumatic epilepsy, and the seizures had started while Tony had been in the hospital.

Pushing the coffee table away from Tony's now thrashing body, Gibbs kept an eye on the clock. Tony's seizures often didn't last more than five minutes and the doctors had stressed that if Tony were to ever have a seizure lasting longer than five minutes or have two or three seizures in quick succession, Tony would need to be rushed to the hospital.

Gibbs was relieved when three agonizing minutes later, Tony's body slowly stopped shaking.

Turning Tony's body into the recovery position so he wouldn't choke if he did regurgitate, Gibbs waited for Tony to come around.

Sure enough, less than a minute later Tony's eyelids fluttered open. Tony's eyes were very glassy and disoriented but Gibbs laid a comforting hand on Tony's back.

"You with me buddy?" Gibbs asked Tony gently, not wanting to scare Tony more than he already was.

But Tony didn't seem to understand or hear the question because instead of answering he panicked and tried to get up.

Knowing that the sudden change in position would give the young man a severe headache, Gibbs put both hand on Tony's shoulders, slowing his ascent, "Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay, Tony. It me, Boss. I'm right here. You're alright."

Gradually, Tony seemed to be coming out of his daze and made eye-contact with Gibbs.

"'oss?" Tony said haltingly. His speech had always been affected, sometimes for days, after Tony had a severe seizure. His speech became slurred and mumbled when Tony was exhausted as he often was after a seizure.

"Yep Tony," Gibbs gave a comforting smile as he continued to rub circles onto Tony's back, "You're okay."

Tony closed his eyes and when he opened them, they stayed stubbornly at half-mast, "I 'on 'eel 'ood

Gibbs had become an expert at understanding Tony's slurred and jumbled speech and gave a small smile, "You had a seizure Tony. But you're okay now. You're in the living room, at our house. Is your stomach still bothering you?"

"Na," Tony answered, working very hard to keep his eyes opened, "'ired 'oss."

"Okay Tony," Gibbs maneuvered Tony so that he was sitting on the couch, "Let's get you to bed."

"I 'eed boo on 'oss," Tony said, ever so slowly losing his battle to stay awake, "urt ead."

Gibbs grabbed Tony's blue helmet and put it gently on Tony's head, "There you go Tony. Now let's get you to bed."

Tony gave a small nod of the head before he leaned forward and placed his head on Gibbs' chest, sighing in contentment.

Gibbs gave another sad smile. Not only did the seizures affect the here and now moments, but they often left side effects that would plague Tony for days after the initial seizure. Tony would probably sleep more and be tired for the rest of the week.

After another quick check to make sure Tony was breathing okay, Gibbs carried Tony up the stairs. He had done it once or twice before Tony had gotten into the accident and he had struggled greatly then. But now, most of Tony's muscle mass was gone and while Tony was not emaciated in any way, he was skinny and thus much easier to lift up the stairs.

Gibbs placed Tony down on his bed, lifting the blue comforter over Tony. He would most likely sleep for the rest of the day and hopefully, Tony wouldn't have anymore seizures.

After saying goodbye, Gibbs hung up the phone. He had made a few phone calls over the past hour or so, all the while checking on Tony every few minutes. The first call had been to Tony's neurologist. While the doctor had been concerned, his advice had been to keep an eye on Tony. While he thought that Tony's throwing up so soon after taking his medication might have not helped any, he had stated that for Tony to have been out of the hospital close to two months without a seizure was in and of itself a good thing. He also thought that the agitation Tony had experienced all morning and even his upset stomach had probably been subtle clues that Tony was going to have a seizure, almost like Tony's own version of an aura.

After talking to the neurologist for a few more minutes, Gibbs had hung up and turned his attention to the project he had been working on ever since they had gotten back from the beach house last week.

After the first day, Gibbs and Tony had continued to spend most of their time with Casey, Michelle and their dog Sam. While Gibbs hadn't had a dog in a very long time, he had always loved them and had enjoyed Sam's presence around.

But what had caught Gibbs attention the most had been Tony's response to Sam. After Sam had interrupted Tony's meltdown that day at the beach, Gibbs at first thought of it as a fluke. But, later, when Tony got himself so worked up about not being able to stand properly in the sand, all it had taken was a nudge from Sam to settle Tony down instantly. Even after they left the beach house, Tony had often brought up Sam and how nice he was to play with.

It was seeing this transformation in Tony that had lead to Gibbs quest.

So Gibbs had invited Tim over with Jethro, to see if Tony would get along with another dog. If all went well, Gibbs had planned on going to the local shelter with Tony.

That meeting was suppose to have been today but due to Tony's seizure, Gibbs had had to call McGee.

"Oh," McGee had said, sounding disappointed at not being able to come over and worried about Tony's seizures, "Is he-Did it last long?"

"Three minutes," Gibbs answered. McGee, as well as the rest of the team, knew just as much about Tony's health as he did and Tim would understand that having a tonic-clonic seizure would mean Tony would be out of commission for at least the rest of the day.

"Oh, we can always come when he's feeling better," Gibbs could hear McGee setting down Jethro's leash, "This is his first tonic-clonic since leaving the rehab hospital, right Boss?"

"Yeah," Gibbs peeked in on Tony, finding the boy still sound asleep. He took a few steps down the hall before continuing, "So Tony's doc's says that his medication is working pretty good."

"That's good," McGee fumbled with the phone before talking through it again, "Um, when Tony wakes up, tell him that we- um. Boss, we haven't been around since his party and I know you took some time to get Tony settle but we were just wondering…"

"How about we shoot for you guys coming to visit next week. You'll be off rotation then right?" Gibbs smiled.

"Perfect," Gibbs could hear McGee's smile through the phone line, "I'll tell everyone else."

"Great," Gibbs replied.

"Okay Boss," McGee said, "I got to go. But I'll see you next week okay?"

After a few more words about Tony's condition, both NCIS agents hung up.

Gibbs checked on Tony again, not able to keep Tony out of his sight for long. Even when he was working down in the basements he made frequent trips up to check on Tony. He would also pause from his work quite frequently to listen to the monitor he had placed in Tony's room. Sometimes, it would remind Gibbs of when Kelly had been a toddler and he would follow her everywhere she went, especially when she had started walking, much to Shannon's amusement.

It wasn't that Tony was so fragile that he needed to be watched constantly. It was more that Gibbs had come to close to losing Tony and now that Tony was home and safe and doing so well, Gibbs didn't want any shortcoming on his part to hinder Tony's continuing recovery.

Walking into Tony's room, Gibbs smiled sadly at the pain free expression on Tony's face. He was glad at least one good thing had come out of Tony's bad day.

I had a shake a couple days ago. I don't remember it real well but that's because after I have a seizure, I get really tired and I sleep a whole lot. Boss said I only had one though and that's good because he told me that in the hospital, I would have a lot, one right after the other one.

But I don't remember those times either because you don't remember having a seizure.

I missed therapy because of my seizure so Boss had to take me on a day when I normally don't have therapy. I got upset because I liked my days off so I can rest but then I remembered that Boss said that if you don't work hard, you won't get anything to show for it.

So I went and the therapist helped me stretched out my muscles because I get really sore after a shake and even though I tried really hard, I still couldn't hold a pencil in my good hand because of the shake I had a couple days ago.

During therapy, I met a man who brought a dog into the hospital! The dog he had looked like Sam only the dog wasn't Sam because he was colored more yellow than Sam had been and he had long fur. But the dog was really nice and gave me a lick.

I told the man that only people were allowed in hospitals but he told me that special dogs, like the one he had, could go to all kinds of places. Like the hospital where people were sick or like the hospital I was at where people weren't sick but needed a lot of help to get better.

The man was nice and his dog was nice too. His dog was named Rex and he could do all sorts of tricks if you asked him too. That, and he let me pet him and didn't move or try to jump on me like Sam sometimes had done.

The man said he went to places like this so that people who couldn't leave the hospitals could pet and play with a dog. Even though I could leave when my therapy was over, lots of people couldn't because they were like I was when I first woke up and they need lots of help.

Now, only Boss helps me but when I first woke up, he didn't know how to do a lot of stuff like what to do when I had a bad seizure. That and when I first woke up I couldn't even hold my head up right cause my muscles were weak and that meant I couldn't take a bath even with my good hand.

Rex stayed with me for just a little bit because there were lots of people in this hospital that couldn't go home and I told Boss that I didn't mind only playing with Rex for a bit because I could go home and in two days Probie and everyone was coming over to see me because Boss had put it on a big calendar that he put in the kitchen.

Boss said that Probie was brining a surprise but he wouldn't tell me what it was even when I tried to guess it. But he said it wouldn't be a scary surprise because I really don't like scary surprises.

But the calendar in the kitchen is white and you can write on it with markers even though I don't because Boss can write better than I can because his hand doesn't shake like my does. But Boss puts important stuff on it like when I take my medicines or when I have therapy because sometimes, I don't go at the same time and I'm glad Boss does that to remember because I don't think I would be able to remember if Boss didn't do that.

But then I have a memory book to put stuff in too but I don't always remember to read it. My memory book's getting kind of full but Boss says that we can add more blank pages if we have to.

I don't know if I'll need more pages but I told him it was good anyway.

After therapy, I watched movies all day because I was really tired and then Boss helped me change into my sleep shirt. I was still having a bit of a bad day and Boss had to help me take me medicines.

Then I put on my braces with Boss helping me and Boss said goodnight.

I smiled because no matter how bad a day I had, Boss would always say goodnight to me and he was always right.