Who: Tony and coma!Gibbs, open to Abby, McGee, Heather, anyone else who wants to drop by When: Afternoon/heading in to the evening Where: The clinic What: Seeing Gibbs in a coma. A-freaking-gain. Rating: Low, maybe some swearing?
Tony was standing at the foot of the bed Gibbs was laying in, hands wrapped around the frame so tight his knuckles were white. This was not an experience he'd ever planned on living through twice. He wouldn't blame Abby. She hadn't known what would happen. And besides which, she was distressed enough by all this enough as it was. She didn't need anyone trying to make her feel guilty.
The silence of the room was periodically broken by the hissing of the ventilator those damned Oompa Loompas had hooked Gibbs up to. He'd gotten them to drag some at least semi comfortable chairs in here for the others. He didn't think he wanted to sit. He didn't really want to move. He felt sick, a knot in his stomach. This was Gibbs. It had been hard enough to fathom anything happening to him the first time. He was supposed to be invincible, indestructible. He was Tony's boss, his leader, his confidant, and he might even go so far as to say his friend, these days.
He didn't particularly want to lay any of this crap at Heather's feet. But he knew he wouldn't mind the company. Abby and McGee weren't faring much better than he was, from the looks of them.