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Ubiquitous
Gibbs held his hand to Tony’s forehead as he slept. He sighed at the lack of change. Just then Tony woke and glanced at Gibbs.
“Gibbs?” Tony questioned clearly out of it due to the fever.
“It’s me, Tony. Just rest.” Gibbs squeezed Tony’s hand.
Tony nodded and fell back to sleep.
Once Tony fell back to sleep, Gibbs grabbed some lunch and reading material and sat in a chair near the bed, grasping Tony’s hand just in case.
Tony woke confused due to the fever, not realizing he’d been sleeping and time had past. He glanced at Gibbs confused as to how he had moved without him realizing while he’d been awake. Before he could ask, Tony fell back to sleep.
The next time he woke, Gibbs was standing at the foot of the bed. “The ubiquitous Gibbs.” Tony giggled certain that Gibbs was everywhere at once now.
