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Flippant
Tony awoke to see the blue lights yet again. It took him a few minutes to remember why he was here again. Dr. Pitt had informed Tony that he had a rare strain of the swine flu the last time he had woken.
He wondered if anyone had been contacted by Dr. Pitt to let them know he was in the hospital. Gibbs was his emergency contact and his supervisor, so should have been informed as soon as he was admitted. Dr. Pitt quickly appeared when he realized his patient was awake.
“How are you feeling?” Dr. Pitt asked.
“Awake and alive. Beyond that mostly in pain.” Tony doubled over, coughing.
“Well, you beat the plague. I have no doubt you will beat the swine flu too. Are you ready to accept visitors? Gibbs has been demanding to see you.” Dr. Pitt wryly remarked.
When Tony's coughing fit stopped, he nodded. “I would be delighted to see him. Has anyone else asked to see me?”
“No. I'm afraid not.” Dr. Pitt shook his head.
Tony drooped unhappily. It appeared that as far as everyone except for Gibbs was concerned his friendship was to be considered flippant. It was not important enough to them to even check up on him when he was in the hospital with a serious illness.
He wished that his friendship meant as much to them as theirs did to him. He would have to seriously reconsider his thought that they were his friends. It did not appear that that was the case, after all.
