Here is the second chapter. Hope you like it. I've never written this fast in my life. I always try to write idea's down but my mind just isn't that organized when it comes to writing. When I sit down it will write itself or the story is lost somewhere in the dark corners of my mind.
Healing part 2
Ziva was nervous, very nervous. She shifted in her seat and got reminded that moving any part of her body wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do right now.
'officer David, is everything alright' Ziva nodded hoping she would stop talking. Thankfully the nurse got the sign and left it at that.
The nurse her father send with her to take care of her during this flight was rapidly becoming a nuance. She was glad she was finally allowed to leave the hospital, she was so sick en tired of all the nurses, doctors attending to her every need. The ones she hated the most were those damm psychiatrists they were always trying to find out how she felt, what she felt, and when she felt it. She had to explain her dreams, her actions, her needs, her wants, her every move. All she ever wanted was to be left alone, she was never alone during the interrogation. She was never alone in the hospital and she was never alone during her recovery time. They probably thought she going to kill herself because they thought she couldn't cope. Maybe she wasn't doing great but she sure as hell wasn't going to kill herself not after what she went through, she had fought to long to stay alive. She was not about to give up that easily. She was going home to her friends but why the hell was she so terrified.
She knew why, she looked like hell. Her long hair had been cut off because it was infested with flees and lice, scars were running up and down her body and it looked like she hadn't eaten in a year. Although the hair had begun to grow back it wasn't even close to what it used to be, that would take at least a couple more months or even up to a year.
Thinking about food had made Ziva hungry. She motioned over the nurse and asked for something to eat. Eating was one of her favorite things to do, her body needed it and Ziva was more than willing to get it anything it wanted.
She missed her mango smoothie the most. There had never been one in Israel to match the ones she always got from that place near the NCIS headquarters, god how she wanted one of those. She could almost taste it. The pilot announced their descent and all of a sudden she was even more nervous.
When they landed she wanted to get up but her legs gave out. Shit, please not now….cramp…Ziva looked for the nurse who already spotted her predicament and slowly started to massage her left leg.
Ziva never knew that having a cramp in your leg could hurt this much. She sighed and gave the nurse time to massage the cramp away before making another attempt at getting up, this time it worked. She still needed her cane but with the nurse behind her and lot's of seats to hold on to she could manage to get out without a cane which was a small victory on her part. The nurse got her a wheelchair but saw the look on Ziva's face and didn't even bother to ask. She just simply walked next to Ziva and pushed the chair along. Ziva's eyes were scanning the area, well at least one eye did, her left one still wasn't up to the task, her sight had gotten better but still. Every now and then it needed a rest and she had to wear the patch, stupid thing. According to her she looked like a pirate in one of Tony's movies.
Gibbs waited impatiently for Ziva's arrival and then he saw her. 'oh god'.
It was out before he had realized she had heard him. She fiddeld her very short hair.
With the same soft voice as he had heard on the phone she said ' it will grow back you know, it isn't that bad'
She looked like a little girl wanting her father's approval so badly that Gibbs took some very big steps and gave a hug that would have made Abby proud. Gibbs nodded to the nurse ' I'll take it from her, she will be taken good care of'
The nurse said nothing handed him the wheelchair and a bag full of medications. 'she is stubborn but her body isn't ready to support her strong mind just yet. She walked all the way from the plane but she going to need the chair in order to make it to the parking lot.'
Gibbs motioned for Ziva to take the chair. 'I am not going to argue with you, it's either this or I carry you all the way and I think you will be more embarrassed if I do that'
Ziva sat down quickly, well as quickly as she could. The moment she sat down was the moment she realized she was exhausted. Gibbs made it to the car quickly and returned the wheelchair to the desk after he had put Ziva safe and sound in his car.
During the ride she didn't say much when all of a sudden she told him she really wanted the mango smoothie she always used to get when she still worked for NCIS. Gibbs decided that there was no harm in a little detour and went by that place to pick up several mango smoothies when he got back to the parking lot he noticed she had fallen asleep. He carefully set the smoothies in the backseat between her suitcases so they wouldn't spill and drove quickly to his house. His first actions were to carry Ziva inside and get her comfortable. When he lifted her from her seat he noticed that she wasn't weighing that much, she was as light as a feather. He felt the brace she still had on her left leg and tried to be as gentle as possible. Once he got her settled for the night he removed her suitcases from the car and made it back inside.
When Ziva woke up the next morning she was completely disoriented. She realized she wasn't in any kind of hospital and with a big sigh of relief she slowly lowered her head back onto the pillow. Thank god, she was home.