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Safe Haven: Chapter Seven
Ziva's POV
"She won't hate you, Ziva. She will love you. And you will love her. Okay?" Tony reassures me.
Just as I was about to say okay, Chava starts moving around and her heart-monitor speeds up. Her hands start grabbing the sheets around her. They seem to be moving frantically, like they are trying to find something. I get up from Tony's lap and rush over to her bedside. As Tony runs out of the room calling for her nurse, I take one of her roaming hands into mine and start singing her the nursery rhyme I sang to her when she was first born.
"Go to sleep little one
May it be peaceful
May you dream of lovely things
And awake to find them real
Little one"
I hear footsteps rushing down the hall, coming towards us, as Chava's eyes start to flutter open. Tony's voice is in the background telling the staff to hurry up. A big smile creeps onto my face.
"Close your eyes little one
This is your lullaby
The love of God is evident in the miracle of you
Little one..."
Suddenly, Chava's eyes open and she starts clawing at her throat with her free hand. (She has a breathing tube in for some reason I do not understand.) Right at that moment, nurses, doctors, and the team come flooding in. They start to move me away from her when her hand grips mine tighter. One of her daytime doctors, Emily, beginnings asking her questions while her other daytime doctor, Casey, gets ready to pull out the breathing tube.
"Chava. If you understand me blink twice. Okay good. Now count down from three on your fingers. Good, good. Okay, Chava. Casey is going to take the tube out. When she says three, I need you to cough."
"Here we go. One. Two. Three."
The sound of rough coughing fills the air, when the tube come out. Nurse Lydia hands Chava a glass filled with water. As she sips her water, her eyes search for something. When they finally reach their destination, she shakily puts her cup down on a tray that appeared in front of her and slowly reached for her bedside table. There a picture sat, showing a smiling teenager and the cutest, little baby girl you have ever seen in a hospital. The teenager was smiling down at her daughter and the baby's hands are reaching up to touch the mother's nose. The baby's piercing sapphire blue eyes are staring into the mother's chocolate brown eyes, just as the beautiful blue eyes are doing to me right now.
A big, watery smile appears on my face when her hand comes undone from mine and reaches up to my face. Her hand softly roams my face as her eyes go between the picture and I. Her eyes start tearing up when I place my right hand in her hair. I hear shuffling in the background, assuming that everybody is filing out. She loses her grip on the picture and wraps her arms around me. As my arms engulf her, I move to sit on her bed and pull her into my lap, careful not to jostle her ribs. Tears slip down both of our faces as we hold on to each other for dear life.
"Do not tell me this is a dream, please. Please." Chava's british accent flows into my ear.
"It is not. It is not a dream." Tears roll down my cheeks when I hear her next words.
"I love you, mum."
A.N. I just want to say that I have nothing against British people. I actually love them and I want to live in Britain when I grow up! I wanted Chava to have a british accent and for her to live in London. I hope this is okay with you guys. If anyone is offended, I can change it. Thanks guys!
P.S. The song that Ziva was singing is called "Lullaby" by JJ Heller. I do not own this song!