Tony sickfic

Chapter 9

He fell a little while ago when he was trying to use the head. He hit his head on the floor."

Ducky felt the back of Tony's head till he found the knot. "Jethro, you should have known better," he said in a scolding manner as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

Gibbs paled a bit.

"Yes, my name is Doctor Mallard, and I need an ambulance at 123 Westminster Court, apartment 3C, please... Yes, possible concussion with complication of flu, possibly pneumonia...Thank you, and yes, please hurry."

"How long?"
"Ten minutes or so. Possibly longer with traffic at this time of day."

"Like hell," Gibbs said, wrapping Tony's naked body in the throw and picking him up.
"Jethro, you'll hurt your back. Young Anthony may have lost weight while he's been sick, but he's no lightweight."

Gibbs just glared at him as he continued out of the room.

Ducky followed him. "Jethro, they will be here soon."

"Not soon enough. I can get him to the closest hospital in five minutes flat. You coming or are you doing going to stay here arguing with an empty room?"

Gibbs walked out of the apartment. Ducky shook his head as he followed, calling 911 again and cancelling the ambulance. They got to Gibb's car, and he put Tony in the back with Ducky being used as a pillow. Gibbs had wanted to hold the man himself but knew he had to drive.

Gibbs told a wide-eyed McGee to go back to HQ and sit tight, that they would call when they knew something. Tim didn't want to just sit around, he wanted to help, but by the look on Gibbs' face, he knew he wouldn't be welcome. It was a look that clearly said back off.

Gibbs got in the front seat and threw the flashing light on the dashboard and hit the siren. They were standard with the car in his line of work, but he'd never used them till now. He drove even more haphazardly than usual. Tony, now HIS Tony, was in the backseat with a head injury, a possible concussion, and it was his fault that he hadn't acted sooner.

"Anthony, dear boy, can you hear me?" Ducky questioned, handling the lad with care. There was no response, which was probably a good thing at this point because Gibbs' driving was sure to make Tony's nausea that much worse.

Gibbs pulled into the ambulance bay in front of the emergency room. The security guard was walking up as he got out of the car, telling him he couldn't park there. Gibbs ignored him as he opened the back door.

"I'm sorry, sir, you have to move," the guard tried again.

Gibbs glared at him as he pulled out his wallet and showed the man his ID and badge. "Official NCIS business."

"But, sir, you can't park here. And you're not wearing shoes! You can't go in without shoes."

Gibbs scowled. He'd been too worried about Tony to worry about shoes. Thank God he'd had his pants on. He walked up to the guard and got right in his face, causing the guard to visibly swallow.

"I thought this was a hospital, not a damned restaurant," Gibbs barked. "My agent is sick, and we ARE going in. You can move the damned car yourself once I have my man inside."

"But, sir, I can't move your car. It's against the rules."

"Then have it towed. I don't really care."

Not giving the man time to respond, he strode through the automatic doors and grabbed an empty stretcher. Together he and Ducky got Tony onto the stretcher.

"But, sir," the guard tried again, a look of panic on his face.

Ducky intervened then. "I'll move the car. Jethro, take Tony inside. I'll be right behind you."

Gibbs was already wheeling the stretcher through the automatic doors as Ducky got in the car to move it. The guard looked from one to the other, not sure what had just happened but grateful the silver-haired man was no longer slicing through him with those piercing blue eyes. That man was damned scary.

Ducky, moving quickly across the lot and into the ER, soon caught up with Gibbs, who was now arguing with a nurse who had
come out from behind the desk in the ER.

"Nurse, I'm Dr. Mallard. This man is an NCIS agent. He has a head wound with complications of flu and possible pneumonia."

"Yes, Doctor, we've been expecting you. As I was just telling Agent Gibbs, if he will have a seat in the waiting room, we'll let him know something after we've examined Agent DiNozzo."

"Like hell," Gibbs growled.

"Jethro, they need to do their job."

"I'm not leaving his side."

"Then stay out of the way," Ducky snapped. He understood what Gibbs was going through. He, himself, had watched a loved-one shot right in front of him in the NCIS morgue, but he also knew the hospital personnel had a job to do.

Shooting Gibbs a glare that rivalled his own, the nurse took the stretcher and rolled it into a room. She was locking the wheels as the doctor came in.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Craft. What do we have here?" he asked, looking at Ducky.

Ducky proceeded to tell the good doctor what had happened, Gibbs filling in the part about how he had found Tony unconscious after he fell and how he hadn't remembered anything up till that time.

"Well let's get him a CT scan and an X-ray just to be safe."

The transporter came for Tony right away. Gibbs didn't want to let go of Tony's hand but Ducky held him back.

"Mr. Gibbs we need you to fill out the paperwork for Mr. DiNozzo. You are his emergency contact, aren't you?"

Gibbs started when the woman spoke. Wracked with worry, he hadn't even noticed her entering the room.

"Yes, yes I am. What do you need to know?"

"Well, let's start with his full name."

He told the woman what she needed to know. Tony, it turned out, had been to this ER once before for something Gibbs hadn't even known about, so most of his information was still on file and all he had to do was update it.

Ducky called Abby and was having her fax the results of Tony's blood work to the hospital. He spent half the call trying to calm her down; she had freaked when she found out Tony was in the ER. Because she and McGee had driven in together that morning, she said she would have to wait for him to return before she could be there. Ducky assured her that was fine before hanging up.

"Ducky, I-" Gibbs began, only to stop. He wasn't sure what to say as he stared out the open door through which they had taken Tony.