Of Sacrifices 3

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She sat in the the terribly uncomfortable chair for what seemed like days, though she knew it had only been- she looked at her phone- five hours.

She had washed the blood off of her hands and did her best get the stains off her clothes, but the dark red didn't come all the way out.

It didn't matter anyways though.

Even if she couldn't see it, she could still smell his blood on her.

The coppery scent would never come off- she was sure of it.

She thought of when the paramedics had loaded him onto the stretcher, how pale he was , how much blood was all over. She thought of the pool of blood that had been under him.

God, she was going to be sick.

She put her hand to her mouth, forcing herself to breathe evenly, even as tears had pricked at her eyes.

Why the hell had she waited so long to call for help?!

She could blame it on the shock she found herself in as she laid up there. Blame it on the promise she made him to stay up there, no matter what.

But even if she believed any of that, she would never be able to convince herself that it was her fault if he died now.

He had been losing his life blood.

She had been hiding.

Like a fucking coward.

She wiped furiously at a tear that accidentally fell down her cheek.

Damn him and the control he had over her emotions.

If she were truthful with herself- which she rarely was regarding her feelings for Gibbs- she never really had gotten over Paris.

Over him.

They had been so happy then. Hopelessly in love and then she had to let her obsession with the damn frog mess everything up. She could have ended up being happy with him.

She thought about the promise she had made him as he was bleeding out right in front of her and vaguely wondered if he was holding on to that promise like she was. He had said he would like that. And she had told him that she loved him.

She wondered if he would even remember it when he woke up.

If he woke up.

God, he had to wake up.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the door to surgery waiting room opened.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs?", a man in scrubs called into the waiting room.

She somehow got to her feet, her legs feeling almost too shaky to walk on.

A/N: I actually wrote this while I was playing hide and seek with my four brothers. I had a good hiding place and they didn't find me for like 20 minutes, lol. We just didn't have anything to do cause of the heavy snow. It's funny cause were all over 17 and playing hide and seek in the house. Anyway, last chapter will be next!

Lenea