Tony felt someone shaking his shoulder. But, he didn't want to wake up, so he pulled Ziva closer to him and turned over slightly. They shook his shoulder again.
"Mr. Gibbs. It's time for Ms. David to go home." Dr. Marx said. Tony's eyes immediately shot open.
"Ziva gets to go home? Really? Yes!" Tony yelled, waking Ziva. After listening to Ziva whine about having to stay in the hospital all week, it had finally started grating on his nerves.
"Ziva! You get to go home!" Tony yelled.
"I heard, Tony." Ziva said, very disgruntled. "But, really, we're not going home, we still have to sleep at headquarters, you know?" Tony's good mood fell slightly.
"Damn. Well, at least you get to leave this hospital." Tony said and Ziva smiled slightly.
"Yes. That is true. Now, thank you Dr. Marx. I am going to shower and get dressed now." Ziva said and Dr. Marx nodded. He left the room and Ziva walked to the bathroom. She took a very quick shower, because it hurt to have the water hit the stitches in her chest, shoulder, and leg; and now, since they had to cut through a lot of the bruises and cuts on her upper body they were worse then they were when she first met Tony, and were very sore and a deep purple-ish color. Even worse, now she was going to have huge scars going down her chest, shoulder, and leg.
The one on her chest was the worst; it went from above her breasts to her belly button and was about 8 inches long.
She walked out of the bathroom in a towel and Tony's eyes popped at the bruises, cuts, and stitches. He had never actually seen how bad it was before. The doctors had always made him leave the room when they were changing bandages.
Ziva bowed her head and Tony wrapped his arms around her, he knew what she was thinking, that he wouldn't think she was beautiful anymore.
"It's okay, Ziva. You're beautiful no matter what. Scars and bruises don't matter. I love you, Zee, I'm just glad to have you alive." Tony said and buried his face in her wet hair. He let her go and smiled at her. She smiled back happily, not saying a word. Tony handed her a pair of his sweats, a long sleeve black NCIS t-shirt (also one of his), underwear, and a pair of black flip flops.
"Why all your clothes, Tony?"
"Because Ziva, your clothes would put too much pressure on the stitches. Mine are going to be so big on you that no pressure will be put on them." Tony said and Ziva nodded.
"Thank you, Tony. Now, I need a bra." Ziva said and reached for her bag. Tony snatched it up off the bed.
"No can do, Zee. Doctor said no bra. It would put too much pressure." Tony said and grinned. "That's another reason why you're wearing my shirt."
Ziva smirked and walked towards the bathroom.
"Ziva, where are you going? You change in front of me all the time." Tony asked. Ziva sighed.
"I know." Tony looked at her; she was still worried about the scars and bruises.
"Zee, I told you once, and I'm going to tell you again; don't worry about the bruises." Tony said and Ziva nodded. She dropped her towel and slipped the clothes on. After she was done changing, Tony grabbed both of their bags and wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist. He pulled her to his side and walked out of the room. When they approached the nurses' desk, they looked at Ziva. They had gotten to know her and Tony well when Tony would take Ziva on walks around the navy yard and hospital.
"Ziva. Director Gibbs said that Tony's signature could get you out." One of them said and handed Tony and clip board. He signed it quickly and handed it back to her.
"Now, Ziva, you have to ride in a wheelchair out of the hospital. It is hospital protocol that no patient can walk out of the hospital; they have to be in a wheel chair." Ziva looked at the nurse.
"I am not riding in a wheelchair." She said stubbornly. "I can walk just fine."
"Ziva, you have to. No patient can walk out." The nurse said again. Ziva stared at her like she was stupid.
"No." Ziva said again and Tony sighed.
"Ziva, if you won't ride in a wheelchair, I'm going to carry you." Tony said and Ziva turned to look at Tony.
"That is better than a wheelchair."
"But, that still won't work. It had to be a wheelchair." The nurse said. Tony shook his head and picked Ziva up easily.
"You said nothing about it having to be a wheelchair. You just said it was hospital protocol that no patient is to walk out of the hospital. Now, Ziva wouldn't be walking would she? She's being carried." Tony said. The nurse opened her mouth, about to contradict him, but she closed it again. He was right.
"Fine." She mumbled and allowed Tony to walk forward. After him and Ziva were out of the hospital, Tony put Ziva down and they climbed into Tony's car, which had been left there for when Ziva got out. He was glad to at least be getting out of the hospital.