It had barley been two days after she had come to Israel, barley two days after director Vance had split them up. Barley two days after she said goodbye to her second family. She had heard the shouting the shooting, she had seen the girl oblivious to all the noise, to used to the danger that was always present to notice it. Maybe NCIS had made her soft, when she had still been a full time mossad officer she would have looked the other way and would have let the girl over to her fate and let her die. Let her get run over by the car that sped off. The NCIS agent that she had become over the years took over. She did not think about it twice before she run to the girl. Being just in time to push her out of the way, for herself it had been too late. She was thrown in the air and over the car by the force of which it hit her. The girl she had saved was lying where she had been pushed. She had scrambled on her feet and run to the woman that had saved her life.
The girl almost hurled at the sight of the woman, seeing people like this was one thing. Knowing that it could have, and should have been you, if not for the kindness of a stranger was a whole other thing. The woman that had saved her life lay very still. Blood seemed to come from everywhere. Her whole body lying in what looked like painfully broken angles. While the girl felt for a pulse that was still there but seemed to faint as the seconds passed, she called 1-0-1.
That had been almost two weeks ago, Ziva David had yet to wake from her coma. Her hospital room was cold and unfriendly. No flowers, no get-well-soon cards, no person sitting at her bedside holding her cold hand and praying that she would wake up. No, none of that was happening around the seemingly sleeping state of Ziva David. No more than the first phone conversation with her doctor, no more than a request to call if she was ever to wake up. The girl that had been saved by her the nineteen year old Ava had also asked if she could be called if the woman who saved her would wake up. Other than that Ziva David seemed not to exist to the world anymore.
It was not until after those two weeks that the doctor that was treating her saw change, change of her waking up. Three hours later when a nurse was checking on her Ziva's eyes fluttered open. Very slowly she took in her surrounding, so careful it took the nurse a few minutes to notice she was awake. It was only when she noticed that the woman in the bed desperately tried to move but failed when she walked to her.
"Shalom, welcome back, I will get a doctor for you try not to move" The nurse who had a sweet face and was a bit to the chubby side said.
And not long after she had left indeed a doctor came walking into the room. He greeted Ziva but Ziva did not reply.
"So miss David, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, he smiled kindly at Ziva as he was checking her vitals
"Like crap" she replayed in Hebrew as the doctor was speaking.
"That is to be expected" He said laughing a little at the bluntness of this woman "Do you remember what happened?"
Ziva tried to nod her head but because of a halo device she only then really noticed around her head, and had restricted her movement before, she could not. So instead she spoke up "Yes, wait that girl is she okay?" That girl was what Ziva tried to focus on. Not wanting to show the panic she was feeling in the pit of her stomach because the ability to move seemed to be gone.
"Yes she is, she asked to call us when you would awake"
"How long have I been out?" she asked. Her room seemed to be to empty for it to be a long time. Surely she did not expect her father to come when she was in the hospital but she had at least expected something from the team. Even if it only was a card with a skull or a bat on it from Abby.
The doctor looked at Ziva, to him she seemed so young not to have anyone care for her, so it pained him a bit to tell her, even though he had told thousands of people there hurt ones had died. It was harder for someone who wake up to tell no one was there for them. "Two weeks"
Two weeks, Ziva could not believe it, two weeks and nothing, had there not been anyone who had cared?
"Because of the injuries you suffered you landed in a coma, you father has also been called he requested to be called as you would wake up."
To the doctor the woman seemed not surprised by that fact. Now it was the hard part to which the doctor had come where he had to tell the woman the horrible news.
"Okay, miss David this will not be easy to hear, but for you own sake I request you try to stay as calm as possible" He took a deep breath "You were hit full speed by the car, your arm was broken on three places, the cast may come off in about three more weeks. Unfortunately the speed of the car and the fall to the ground also caused your back to break on two places, plus a minor crack in your skull. This is also why you will not be able to feel or move your legs, just as your head. Now the crack in your skull will be healed in about four week's maybe a little more, that will be when the halo device will be removed. I am really sorry to tell you the next miss David but you are paralyzed from the waist down. We did some tests while you were noncohert and the chance you will ever walk again is looking very slim."
"How slim?" not sure she wanted to know the answer
"we estimate 5 to 8 percent change of full recovery. You will probably never walk again."