Salubrious - Five Prompts
Tony laid on the hospital bed under the blue lights as the plague wracked his system. He’d put on a good show for Kate, but even she was gone now. Despite the salubrious air in the isolation chamber or at least the air as devoid of contaminants as they could make it, he knew he was dying.
He could feel it in his bones. The only thought on his mind was that he’d never had a chance to tell Gibbs how much he loved him. He drifted off to sleep, his mind giving him nightmares of how much pain he would be in when he died.
When he next woke, Gibbs stood watching over him. “You will not die.” Gibbs ordered.
Tony found it strange how much that one sentence made him feel like he was the most beautiful person in the world even as he hacked up his lungs, certain that he was going to die despite Gibbs order. The truth was that he knew then that Gibbs cared for him too. It gave him the desire to live again, especially when Gibbs climbed in behind him and rubbed his back, offering comfort that he never offered to anyone else.
“I love you.” Tony mumbled. He could claim that he thought he was dying if Gibbs didn’t return his feelings like he thought.
“I love you, too.” Gibbs turned Tony to face him and smiled at him like he was the center of his world. To Gibbs, he was. This case had really driven home to Gibbs how much he cared about Tony and would miss him if he was gone.
Tony leaned back against Gibbs chest and basked in the love that now surrounded him as Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony loosely. He couldn’t die, now. Not when he’d just been handed everything he wanted in this world.