Ziva woke up in the hospital to the beeping of machines. She felt something or someone drawing patterns on her hand. Or was it the medication and she was imagining it? As her vision became more clear, she saw Tony sitting by her side, holding her hand. They locked eyes for awhile not sure what to say.
Ziva was the first to break the silence.
"W-what happened?" Her voice was just above a whisper and her eyes felt heavy.
Open and closed case. The man that murdered our petty officer was found dead. had 3 bullets in his chest. Covered in the petty officers blood and had the murder weapon. All that's left is the paper work." Tony stated trying to lighten the mood.
"Why am I here?" Asked Ziva, even though she was pretty sure it would be related to the aching feeling in her ribs and shoulder blade.
Tony signed like if he was gaining strength to speak.
"The murderer shot 3 rounds at you. Only 2 hit. One in the rib cage, about 5cm away from your heart. and one in the shoulder. Of course the vest stopped the bullet aimed at your chest, but doctors said it will leave a bruise and you might find it hard to breathe for a few days. The one in your shoulder just got stitched up after they took the bullet out."
Ziva found it hard processing all the information. All she wanted to do was sleep. But not in the hospital. In her own bed, or any other bed for that matter would be better than being stuck at hospital.
"When can I leave?" Ziva asked trying to sit up.
"Your differently not getting out of here today. They want to keep you in over night to make sure. Now lie back down. Sleep. You need it."
Ziva moaned in annoyance of having to be stuck at the hospital. She would have argued her case if she wasn't so tired.
"Damn medications" she thought.
"Fine. But I want to be out of here tomorrow."
Tony sighed at her stubbornness but couldn't help but smile.
"Worry about that tomorrow, just go to sleep" he said gently patting her leg.
The next morning she was out of the hospital. The doctors wanted someone to stay with her for the next three days, and told her not to go to work for the next five.
Abby Gladly looked after her on Saturday, Tony would look after her on Sunday and Gibbs would look after her on Monday. As much as she appreciated them looking out for her, she did not think she needed people to be watching over her.