Gibbs woke up four hours into his nap. He leaned over the bed with all his strength and violently puked into his trash can. The others heard him and went running in. Jimmy and Brenna curled against one side of him, Abby and McGee on the other. They rubbed his back. Tony and Ellie knelt on each side of the trash can, holding it for him. Ducky got him a wet wash cloth. He had puked bile for about a minute, the last two was just dry heaving. When he stopped he was being held up by Jimmy and McGee while the girls rubbed his back. He was clutching his stomach. He hung his head, panting.
"I think your stomachs empty, is there anything else?" Tony asked gently.
"No" he croaked barely audible.
"Do you still feel violently sick?" Jimmy asked, getting a nod.
"Yes" he croaked.
"Well, Tony's right all you really puked was bile." Ducky asked.
"Okay were gonna lay you on your side, by the edge in case you need to throw up." Tony said.
He nods as they eased him down gently. Ducky, Brenna, and Ellie help twist his body to the side and down from the front. McGee gently pushed over from the back. Jimmy and Tony shifted his legs so he was on his side, towards the edge. Abby scooted up and sat cross legged, pillow over her lap. They noticed the heat and shared a concerned look. Ducky came back and gave the cloth to Abby. She dabbed his face and laid it over his forehead. She squeezed the other over his heavily chapped lips.
"You want to change your clothes?" Tony asked, getting a slight nod. Gibbs started struggling to sit up.
"No, no we got it. The girls will step out and McGee, Ducky and I will help." Gibbs sighed and nodded.
The girls stepped out closing the door. Tony got him a long sleeve shirt and sweat pants, he walked over. Ducky pulled the blankets back. Without sitting him up or standing himself, McGee slid one hand under one sweatshirt side and the other on the opposite. He pulled it up carefully and over his head. Tony slid the sweat shirt off his arms. Tony did the same as McGee but with the tee and long sleeved shirt. Ducky gently pulled them of his arms. Then Tony and ducky grabbed his pants on each side, Ducky the underside and Tony the upper. McGee pushed gently on his shoulder to keep him still as they pulled with minimal jerking. Then they both slid his sweatpants up to mid-thigh.
"Can you lift?" Tony asked. Gibbs did very slightly and they pulled them up.
"Okay McGee's gonna hold you up a little." Tony said.
McGee had one arm under his side and the other over both elbows. Jimmy knelt by his head and lifted his shoulders, a hand holding his head up. They slid the long sleeved shirt over his arms and head. As they slid the shirt down his body McGee shifted his upper arm down more. After he was covered completely by the shirt, they put on the sweatshirt. They laid him down and covered him up.
"Cold?" Tony asked as he shivered more. He nodded, after seeing it had only gone up about .3 degrees, Ducky and McGee covered him with a blanket over the sheet and a comforter.
"Better?" Gibbs nodded at Ducky.
"Do you need anything else?" Jimmy asked.
"Juice" he croaked, shrugging slightly.
"Alright, sit tight I'll get it." Jimmy said. He walked out to get it and let the girls in.
He came back with a small cup of soup and a cup of orange juice. It took a few minuted but he ate it all and the juice. Ducky sat beside him and rubbed his back. McGee sat along him with Abby tucked in his side under his arm rubbing her bicep, the other hand rubbing Gibbs' back. Ellie sat with her legs stretched, bucket in her lap, and her hand running threw his sweat soaked hair, from the last fever brake. Tony and Jimmy sat by his feet in recliners. His feet were close to his butt, knees mid stomach. Tony laid a hand on his foot and Jimmy hand one on his ankle. Brenna sat by Gibbs knees, rubbing his arm slowly and gently. Tony brought in the t.v., moving the dresser sideways into the view of everyone and set it down. A few minutes later they checked his temperature. Ducky handed Brenna the thermometer.
"Hey, dad can you open your mouth." Brenna asked gently and his mouth opened a very small amount, he was struggling to stay awake. She slid it in very gently and turned it on. It beeped and looked at it.
"103.5, it's lowering." She said. They smiled slightly.
A few minutes later he leaned over and puked up all of his juice and small amount of soup he had eaten. They just silently rubbed his arms and back. When he had finished with the dry heaving they gently laid him back down. He dozed off a few minutes later, losing the fight against his closing eyes. They stayed in their positions. They relaxed and talked quietly against pillows.