A few days later Tony, Ducky, and Ellie were against Ducky's headboard. Abby and McGee were sitting on the bottom, cross legged and cuddling. Jimmy and Brenna were cuddled against the headboard next to Tony. Gibbs back was to them but they saw him curl into the blanket tighter. They were concerned he had slept in more than ever. It was 10 in the morning. Jimmy got up suddenly. They watched confused as his brow creased. Jimmy sped up his steps and they followed him, standing against the wall. Jimmy felt his forehead, getting a soft groan as Gibbs leaned into it.
"Can you grab your bag?" He did. Jimmy took out a thermometer, putting it in his mouth. As he waited for results Jimmy took his pulse.
"Can you check his pulse, doctor?" He asked Ducky.
"It is still quite normal."
"Thought so just wanted to double check." The thermometer went off. "102.5" the others sighed. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed, his knees bent to mid stomach.
"Dad…Dad" He repeated softly. Gibbs sniffled slightly getting a few small smiles.
"Dad, can you wake up for me?" Brenna asked putting his head in her lap. His eyes fluttered and he groaned, curling up tighter. He was shaking slightly.
"Come on Gibbs, wake up." Abby said kneeling by the bed, smoothing back his hair. He groaned slightly.
"That's it open your eyes." Jimmy said. Gibbs did but his gaze was foggy and unfocused.
"Hey you have a fever." He said, getting a slight nod. He blinked a few times, clearing his vision. His eyes cleared only leaving a slightly fevered gaze.
"How bad" Gibbs asked.
"102.5" Jimmy answered, adding another blanket to him.
"Have you been taking your meds, Jethro?" Ducky asked.
"I forgot to yesterday and the day before but otherwise yes." They nodded.
"Did you miss both doses?"
"Both times" he responded.
"Okay, explains the fever, it'll take a few days go away but you'll be fine." Jimmy said, getting a nod.
They smiled at him as he struggled to stay awake. He yawned. he suddenly struggled to get up. He couldn't get up further then his elbow.
"What is it?" Abby asked.
"Move" he mumbled.
She understood and put the trash can under his chin. He instantly leaned over and puked violently for several seconds, Brenna and Jimmy rubbed his back. They just comforted him as he struggled to breathe between the heaves, coming fast. Ellie got a wet wash cloth for his mouth. McGee got cold ones for his head and neck. They walked in and everyone winced in sympathy as he gagged, dry heaving; hurting just hearing it. They laid him back onto his left, covering him up. Ellie wiped his mouth then sat down. McGee dabbed at the sheen of sweat, setting them on his neck and forehead each.
"Thanks" he croaked. They nodded. Tony walked in with a water bottle.
"Small sips." Tony warned.
He lifted his head slightly, helping him drink; Brenna held the cloths in place. He pulled back after a minute; Brenna set his head on the pillow. Tony and Ellie sat against the headboard on each side of his head. Jimmy and McGee brought recliners in. Jimmy and Brenna curled in one, Abby and McGee in the other, reclined. Ducky sat in a recliner already between their beds. He was almost completely asleep.
"Could this be why he's still so tired?" Ellie asked.
"This combined with his resent complications, yes." Ducky said.
They relax keeping him company until Gibbs woke up three hours later. He snorted, blinking his eyes open.
"Hey sleepy head." Brenna said brushing his hair away, as Tony and Ellie help him sit up slowly.
"Fevers down, how're you feeling?" Jimmy asked checking his temperature.
"lil woozy…nauseous…cold" he told them."
Jimmy nodded, "to be expected."
"You comfortable?" Abby said.
"Wanna go to the couch." Ha said, Tony and Ellie helped him turn and put his legs over the edge.
Tony stood up and walked into the living room, the others were already there. He put a pillow and blankets on the couch by the wall, sitting by the recliner. The other couch was Jimmy and Brenna by the table curled under a blanket, Abby and McGee were curled on the end. Ducky had his feet up in the recliner. Meanwhile, Ellie had put her arm around him as he regained his breath after sitting up. She put his good left arm over her shoulders, hers around his waist. She carefully lifting him up as they stood. They walked out and Abby lifted his blankets. She held him up as Brenna wrapped him in one and then sat him down. She fluffed his two pillows and laid him down as he clutched his blanket ends under his chin. Then Abby covered him with two and sat by his feet, the couch big enough to still stretch out. They watched t.v.; he sleeping in their company, until they woke him for lunch and dinner, skipping his walk.