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Thursday at 1:30pm
"Tony, my appointment is in thirty minutes we have to go," shouts Ziva through the apartment that we share. "I'm coming, my little ninja," I shout back. We get outside and into the car and as I drive Ziva has finally gotten the hang of the GPS that my car has. She starts to type in the address on the touch screen. We get to the physical therapy office at 1:55 and Zi is yelling at me in a mix of Israeli and English. I get her seated in the wheelchair and I don't even have time to close the car door before she is racing the chair to the doors. Now I realize that she is really excited about being able to stand again, but if I'm completely honest, it scares the crap out of me that all this is happening. All my fault. The only good thing that has come from this experience is that Ziva and I have been able to get closer. By the time I get into the PT building Ziva has already checked in and is in the back with her physical therapist.
About an hour and a half later Ziva is wheeled out by a nurse. Plastered to her face is the biggest smile I have seen in a while. I guess that exercises went well today. "Remember Miss. David, you have another appointment next Tuesday at 2pm," says the nurse as we leave out the automatic sliding doors. We both get into the car and I ask, "So how did it go?" "It was amazing, it felt great to be able to actually feel like I could do something," replies Ziva, "I can't wait till Tuesday, and my therapist gave me some exercises to do until Tuesday." I nod then glance over at Ziva the way the sun hits her hair and lights up her face and that smile. Nothing beats her smile. We get back to the apartment and before we are even inside our apartment all the way Ziva is on the phone with Abby. They talk about her therapy then talk about other stuff that I probably don't care about. While Ziva is on the phone I busy myself with fixing something for dinner. I quickly choose Italian spaghetti and start the process.