The ambulance, firetrucks, and police arrived a few minutes later. The firefighters approached them on Tony's side. He rolled the window down.
"We're gonna have to use the Jaws of Life. We need you three to stay in the vehicle, to support him and keep him still." He said. The others nodded their agreement.
"Hey, boss we'll have ya out in no time." After he nodded he stepped back but they all remained in his sight.
They started to use the Jaws to pull the door open. He screamed and they thought he passed out, until he opened them. He looked for towards them. They maintained eye contact. They did for the entire time; they would still be there when Gibbs opened his eyes, after closing them in a wince. For the third times five minutes after they started trying to pry the door away, Gibbs eyes opened again, he was hardly breathing.
He said something for the first time. "S-Stop for…a Sec." they did waiting for his slight nod three minutes later. They started prying and he screamed again, pushing his head back. They squeezed his shoulder, arm, and hand, in silent support. They were pulling on the door for three minutes before he ran out of oxygen to scream on and off with each pull. He just panted in horrible pain. The three of them were near tears. They went on like this for a total of fifteen minutes before the door was free.
The firefighters cursed, "He's too close to the dash, and we have to do this again. We're gonna give him a minute to regroup." Gibbs was to dazed to follow his surroundings but was not quit unconscious.
"Okay, we'll stay with him, we'll keep him awake." They nodded and got heavier duty machinery.
They used bigger jaws. He would scream from the pain. However, soon the pressure started to fade ever so slightly. He squeezed Tony's hand trying to get control over his pain. It was overwhelming him.
"Boss, squeeze as hard as you can." Tony all but demanded. He did.
"Not w-work-king, s-stop…j-just a min…minute." They did as his raspy strained voice asked.
After thirty minutes they finally got him out and strapped onto a stretcher. His hands were resting on his thighs. His head back and his opened a crack. They angled the head of the stretcher, to help him breath. His breathing was raspy, pained, and shallow. The straps were around his shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles.
"We have to put a breathing tube in." Tony replied, "We figured."
They squeezed his arm in the same places as they had in the car put a breathing tube. The straps were around his shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles. The one on his shoulders were slightly higher and the elbows lower to keep them of his ribs. They loaded him in the ambulance, they all road with him. Tony had a hand on his good shoulder, McGee had one on his fore arm, and Ellie had both around his hand. He was shaking and sweating, in horrible pain. They put a breathing tube in and loaded him into the ambulance. They all climbed in and held his left arm in the same places as before.
"Any preference to a certain hospital?" they all replied, "Bethesda."
"We'll be there soon, Gibbs." He nodded. They kept him awake.
"Hey, boss you doin' any worse?" asked McGee. He shook his head slightly.
"That's good boss." replied Bishop.
"We'll be there in about five minutes." The EMT told them.