Ziva woke up in the gigantic bed beside Tony to a nauseous feeling in her stomach. She ripped herself out of Tony's arms and ran to the bathroom, Tony right behind her. She emptied her stomach into the toilet while Tony rubbed circles on her back and held her hair. When Ziva was done, she laid back into Tony's chest and he brushed her hair out of her face.
"What's wrong honey?"
"I do not know, but I do not feel well." Ziva said and buried her face in Tony's neck.
"It'll be okay, I love you." Tony whispered in her ear and Ziva nodded. Tony slipped Ziva off his lap then stood up and picked her up.
"Tony, you do not have to carry me." Ziva said.
"Oh well, I am anyways." Tony said and placed her in the bed. He covered her up and went to order food. When he walked back in the room Ziva was laying awake in the bed, balled up under the covers.
"Tony, I am cold." Ziva said and Tony went and got an extra blanket and draped it over her. He climbed in the bed behind her and pulled her to his chest.
"I don't know why your cold, Ziva honey. Your body is 100 degrees, you're going to a doctor." Tony said and Ziva nodded. So, Tony stood up and walked downstairs to the check-in desk.
"Is there any doctors close to the hotel?" He asked when he was in front of the woman behind the desk.
"The hotel has a concierge doctor." She said.
"Okay, can you call him and have him come up to room 249?" Tony asked.
"Yes sir." She said and picked up the phone. Tony walked back to the elevator and went back to their room. He saw the food that was left out side the room and put it inside and walked to the bedroom. Ziva was sleeping, and she was scaring him. She looked like hell, she had bags under her eyes, even though she slept all night and was very pale. Tony tore his eyes away from Ziva and walked to the door when somebody knocked on it.
"Hello. I'm Mark Lawson, the concierge doctor. You can call me Mark. This is my associate, Leah Carter." A man in his mid-30's said and Tony allowed him to walk in. Leah batted her eyelashes at him and looked him up and down. Tony grimaced.
"She's through here." Tony said and led them to the bedroom.
"Okay, could you wake her?" Mark said.
"Ziva, baby? You have to wake up." Tony said and shook Ziva's shoulder gently.
"What is it Tony?" Ziva asked weakly and sat up.
"A concierge doctor is here to see you." Tony said and he pulled her onto his lap on the bed. Mark's associate or assistant as Tony would call her, Leah, looked disgusted when Tony pulled Ziva into his lap and kissed her forehead.
"Hello Ziva, I'm Mark. What's wrong?" Mark asked Ziva, while taking her tempature.
Ziva didn't answer right away, so Tony answered for her. "She's very weak, obviously has a fever, and is nauseated, and she was cold earlier." Ziva nodded in agreement.
"Okay, her tempature is 102.4, so I'm pretty sure she has the flu. Can you breath in for me Ziva?" Mark asked, holding a stethoscope to her back.
"Okay, again." Mark said, moving the stethoscope. "Okay, she has crackling in her lungs. So, she defiantly has the flu. She needs a lot of rest, fluids, and I'll give her this." Mark said and Leah put a medication bottle in his hand.
"She should be better in about a week if she does everything we say." Leah said, being a bit snotty, and her and Mark left.
"Ziva, you okay? Do you need anything?" Tony asked.
"Water." Ziva said and Tony let her lay down. He walked into the kitchen and got a bottle of water and opened the pill bottle and pulled one out.
"Here baby." Tony said, only to find Ziva asleep. He smiled and laid both on the bedside table. Tony walked into the sitting room and made a plate of food and sat down to watct TV. He checked on Ziva every few hours.