NCIS- Ellick: Hard Time.

Chapter 3: The worry.

McGEE'S POV:

When I got the call, I thought I was having a nightmare, but no, it was really real...
Once I got to Torres's place, Gibbs and him were putting pressure on the wound of Ellie. Ducky came in a minute after me.

"Oh Eleanor, what did you do..." Ducky said, she's like a grand-daughter to him, he saw her grow as an agent and a human.
"DUCKY! Please do something she's dying in my arms!!" Torres screamed. He was obviously attached to Bishop, I mean we all are but they are Torres and Bishop.
"Jethro- it's not good, not good at all, she needs a hospital right now."
"Okay, McGee, call 9-1-1, we're gonna make sure she's secured once we'll get there."

TORRES'S POV:

Once the paramedic arrived, I felt relief in a way 'cause I wasn't in charge of her, but I was scared as hell because, you know, we didn't really know what happenned. After sitting out on the waiting room, a doctor came in.

"Eleanor Bishop's familly?"
We all came to him.
"Yes?"
"So Eleanor lost a lot of blood and had four broken ribs, one of them went through the lung and another one went through her stomach so we have to take the ribs out. We think we got everything back in place, we'll have to wait overnight to see how it goes."
"Can we see her?" Asked Jack.
"No not yet, you'll see her tomorrow. Right now she's intubated, strugguling with everything and very week."
"Okay, thank you doctor."