Gibbs slightly reclined his seat at a 30 degree angle, to relax some. Tony stopped at a red light. When it turned green he started to go. Only another car didn't stop. The driver was texting when he looked up he was only a few feet away. He hit Gibbs side, at an angle. he hit him on from the front right, missing everyone else. Tony hit the airbag with his chest. McGee's braced his head when they started spinning like everyone else. Bishop hit her head on the window but not hard enough to cause a concussion, just a slight cut and bruise. They started spinning throwing them the other way, into oncoming traffic. They were hit on the side right across Gibbs door. They spun to the other side hitting the guardrail in the back right. They came to a slow screeching halt. Everyone started sitting up.
"Tim, Bish., Gibbs, ya alright?" asked Tony.
"Yeah Tony I'm good." said Bishop.
"Me, too." replied McGee.
"Boss?" asked McGee. They had trouble seeing him and Tony's neck hurt slightly so he tried not to move it. Gibbs groaned slightly but it was hardly audible.
"Gibbs you alright?" Bishop asked a few seconds later.
They shared a concerned look as he shifted but stilled. They looked over and saw the dash board wrapped around his ribcage. His arm caught between the door and dash. He was pushed into the set. His forehead was bleeding slightly from a piece of glass that cut him. His breathing restricted, fast, and shallow from the dash.
"Boss, can you wake up for me?" Tony said gently but urgently. Gibbs groaned little louder.
"Gibbs, we need you to wake up!" Bishop said a little louder. His eyes started to slightly flutter but didn't open.
"That's it Boss open your eyes." McGee said in a normal voice.
He opened his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times. He tried to shift to ease the pressure, only to have to bite his lip and press his head into the headrest, in pain. He opened his eyes and daily looked around.
"Y'all okay?" he asked in a raspy barely audible voice.
"Yeah, Gibbs were all fine, we were only hit on your side. I hit my head but no bumps or concussion."
"I was saved by the airbag."
"And I braced myself, Boss; you're the only one hurt."
"Good, that's…that's real good." He grunted out.
He went to take a normal breath. His breath hitched in his throat and he couldn't restrain the loud groan. He squeezed his eyes closed. Tony placed his hand on his left shoulder. He winced and took a cautionary small breath.
"Easy, Gibbs small breaths" Bishop said. Gibbs nodded slightly his eyes still pinched.
"Boss, do you think we should lay you back some relieve the pressure?" McGee gently asked.
They waited a pause before Gibbs almost unnoticeably shook his head.
"Don't m-move me." He said in a strained voice.
"Okay…okay, it's alright. We won't move you, promise." Tony said. He saw Gibbs' hand clench and unclench, and grabbed it.
"Squeeze my hand boss. Let me try to help, even just as support." He asked. Gibbs did as was told.
"I'm Gonna call the ambulance, again see where they are." McGee said.
"W-why don' you t-try and get ou-out, so you can c-check the other guy."
"Alright McGee and Bishop will, I'll stay. Just focus on breathing and let me lead, Alright?" Gibbs just nodded letting him take the lead. After checking the other guy, Bishop and McGee came back and sat in the car.
"He was in a truck, only has a cut to his cheek." McGee announced. Gibbs nodded, barely conscious.
"Hey boss, stay with us" Tony all but begged.
"T-try-ying…Nozzo" he said weakly. He coughed slightly, barely holding back a scream.
"You can scream if you want, Gibbs" said a worried Bishop.
"You're in excruciating pain. I mean you have to be, boss. It doesn't make you weak, promise." said McGee. Tony squeezed his hand. They were relieved when Gibbs nodded. His breathe was hitching too bad to speak.
"Just try and breathe easy, boss. Trust me on this one." Tony said looking him in the eyes. He nodded back. "Come on in through the nose, out through the mouth." Gibbs did as was suggested.
"Don't worry Gibbs the ambulance is only five, ten minutes away." Bishop announced.
"Yeah, boss, as impossible as it feels try and relax." Gibbs tried but was in too much pain.
"Boss, what do you think your injuries are?" Tony asked a few minutes later trying to keep him talking.
"C-cracked…and…Broke-ken ribs…punct-ctured lung….crack-cked col-lar bone…possible broke-ken arm." He barely managed to gasp out in a weak voice.
"Alright, we got ya boss, we got ya." Tony said.
"Tony put your chair down." He raised his eyebrow but did anyway.
He sat by the steering wheel and she sat next to him. McGee scooted so Gibbs could see them all, Tony kept his hand in his. McGee put his on Gibbs good left shoulder, and Bishop had his wrist and bicep. He was panting and sweaty. He couldn't get a full breath because of the dash board. They came out raspy and more of a gasp on the out breathes. His eyes started to droop.
"Hey…hey boss, stay with us." Tony said and Gibbs blearily opened his eyes.
"It's okay Gibbs. You'll be fine." He nodded weakly almost unnoticeably. He coughed weakly and moaned.
"Easy…take it easy." said McGee, "Yeah, we got you, Gibbs" said Tony. Bishop squeezed his arm in support. "Stay with us." she said. They said at once. He nodded back.
He cleared his throat, "Y-you alw-ways…said my driv-ving…would ca..catch up…to me."
"Yeah, but you weren't driving." Tony pointed out.
"The one t-time…I don-n't dri-ive?" he raised an eyebrow, "Coin-incide-dence?"
They all laughed, "We know how you feel 'bout those Gibbs." stated Bishop. Gibbs smiled as they waited for help.