The others showed up for a visit. They wanted to make sure he ate and slept. They needed to reassure themselves that he was fine. Gibbs allowed this to happen understanding. If he was completely honest with himself, he enjoyed their love and distraction. He wanted them around as much as they wanted to be. As ritual they ate lunch, together.

"I'll take a grilled chicken cheese, a pickle, chicken noodle soup, mac-n-cheese, and coke." Gibbs said.

The others looked at him surprised. "What, I'm hungry," they gave relieved smirks.

"grilled cheese, tomato soup, coleslaw, and coke." Said Jimmy.

"I'll Burger, fries, fruit and coke." Tony said.

Abby said, "The same."

"Burger, fries, coleslaw, and a pickle." Said McGee.

"Burger, fries, side chicken salad, and a coke." Said Bishop.

Ducky ordered for them. They ate for a while. They joked and laughed watching an old western movie. Gibbs started falling asleep an hour after lunch. It was 1:30p.m. and they decided to let him rest. They had McGee and Abby stay with him. It was for protection (him being a fed.), peace of mind, and to help him. They gave him hugs and goodbyes, leaving him to rest. McGee sat back and Abby stayed on the left side holding his hand. Gibbs woke up from another nightmare for the third time. He was only getting about an hour and a half. It was only 4p.m. He was gasping and clutching his chest, groaning. His eyes roamed rapidly around the room. They landing on Tony, standing over him frowning. He had his hands on his shoulders gently holding him down. He relaxed as he looked over Tony's face.

"You okay Gibbs?" asked a very concerned Abby.

"Will be…in a minute." He gasped out.

"Water?" McGee held his head up and the cup to his lips. He took a few sips.

"Thanks" Gibbs said.

McGee put the cup on his rolling table. They sat down as Gibbs leaned back into his pillows. He was trying to breathe through the pain. He grabbed the pump and pressed it twice. They were holding his hand for support. It took two minutes for his heart rate was normal.

"You need anything Gibbs?" he asked.

Gibbs shook his head. He yawned, blinking slowly. He took the remote and turned on the T.V. putting on the western channel. He coughed very slightly. Abby handed him the water taking it back when he was finished. They sat in comfortable silence for a while. They looked over twenty minutes to see him yawn for the fifth time.

McGee sighed, "Boss why don't we see about a sleeping pill."

"I'm fine." It wasn't convincing even less so when it ended in a yawn. Not to mention his tired and bleary eyes.

"Yeah, 'cuz an hour and a half of sleep at a shot is perfectly fine." Gibbs snorted. "Boss, you need sleep to recover. We both know if I was doing this you'd kick my ass." After a few seconds he nodded.

She kissed his forehead, "Sleep dad."

Abby rubbed his knuckles with her thumb, while pushing his hair back. She carded her fingers through his hair. McGee walked out of the room to tell the nurse. She came in a few seconds later. Gibbs was dead to the world in seconds. They sat down and relaxed. She held his hand in both of hers. He angled the chair to go alongside the bed and reclined with his hand on Gibbs bandaged elbow. They went from watching Gibbs and an action movie.