It's a short chapter sorry. Getting closer to the dance thought I could fit more than I did into a few chapters.
Ziva cried for a couple minutes and then did something that almost put me into shock. She wiped her tears away and quietly almost to quiet for me to hear she whispered, "Please wake up." It was mostly mouthing and was raspy, like she said/wrote. But I could make out, "Pl s wa uh."
I stared at her for awhile then whispered, "Hush, you talked," confirming it for myself.
She barely nodded her head blushing, and made a face like she ate something bad.
"It wasn't bad I could tell what you were trying to say," I said.
She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes. She shook her head while toughing her finger to her lips.
"Oh, it's alright Hush. You didn't get all your voice back, but you have a little but. Everyone will be so happy."
She just shook her head again and turned back to Mush. I sighed. She didn't get it. We didn't care if she could talk. We liked her when we thought she couldn't. It made it cooler that she could sing but it didn't matter. It was awesome that she had a little bit of a voice. Just then Dr. Cullen came in to check on Mush before making the rest of his rounds.
"Good Morning," he said as he did a few tests.
"Hmm," he said looking at Mush then comparing two charts.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, it appears that he has more brain activity than last night."
"Which means?"
"Which means your friend here should be waking up in the next couple of days."
Ziva looked at me with excitement in her eyes. Dr. Cullen did a few more tests then left.
"Hush, he can hear you keep singing or talking whichever," I said happily. She clapped her hands and sat thoughtfully for a while. Then she started to sing our favorite song that Medda sang. (High Times, Hard Times. Go onto YouTube and type Newsies Part 9. It is the first two minutes.)
High Times, Hard Times
Sometimes the livin' is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when's there's dry times
I bid for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again
So your old lady don't love ya no more
So you're afraid there's a wolf at your door
So you've got street rats that scream in your ear
You win some you lose some my dear
I smiled and sang with her.
High Times, Hard Times
Sometimes the livin' is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when's there's dry times
I bid for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again
"I put on my best," she sang.
"I put on my best," I echoed
And I stick out my chest
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off
And I'm off
And I'm off
And I'm off
"And I'm off," she sang.
"To the races again," we both sang.
We both started laughing when we finished. Hush whispered to Mush again, "Please wake up." She looked down at her hand startled. I looked at it you. Mush had tightened his grip instead of just being limp. We both looked at his face as he slowly opened his eyes. Hush looked like she was about to cry but was holding it back. She hugged him and he patted her on the back. She looked up at him again and he said, "Hush, you can talk?"
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I'm still accepting girlfriends. The next chapter will take a little longer to post because it'll be a little longer. Sorry this one was so short but I had to get it up.
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