Author's Note: Thank you to those who reviewed and continue to read this story. Good news! I've managed to break some of my writer's block! I haven't gotten a lot written, but I'm making progress! I'm not sure when the next update will be, so please bear with me here. I'll try not to take too long on these chapters, but it all depends on my schedule. Again, sorry for the short chapter, and thank you for reading!

Tony walked through the halls of the hospital with the same nervous expression he'd worn the first time he visited Ziva. The anxiety had come back, but wasn't as bad this time. As Tony walked, he passed a couple and their young children in the waiting room. The man hugged his wife as she sobbed, head buried in the shoulder of her husband's jacket. The two kids who couldn't have been more than 5 or 7 years old, the older a boy and the younger a girl, were sitting on the floor scribbling in coloring books, completely oblivious to the sorrow and anguish around them.

The image of Ziva in the hospital bed flashed in his head; she'd never looked so…vulnerable.

'She'll be alright DiNozzo. She's a fighter.'

Tony paused and took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing on his way. He knew Ziva would make it through; she always did. As he approached Ziva's room, he was overcome with a wave of uneasiness; something didn't seem right. The name plate by the door was empty and the door was wide open. Tony's pace quickened and the anxiety engulfed him completely. He took one step into the room and froze; it was empty. It had been cleaned and the bed had been made, but there was no sign of Ziva.

"No, no no…"Tony muttered, running a nervous hand through his hair. He turned and went up to the nurses' station.

"Excuse me; I'm looking for Ziva David." He said trying to sound calm. The nurse noticed his frantic expression and pulled up Ziva's files on the computer.

"Don't worry, she's alright." The nurse replied, "She's been moved to room 204, just down the hall on the left."

Tony thanked her and hurried down the hall to Ziva's new room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked in the room, his eyes darting to the sleeping figure on the bed. He pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, taking Ziva's hand in his.

"I'm here Ziva," He said, hoping the somehow she could hear him. It must have worked because shortly after he spoke, Ziva's hand twitched and her fingers slowly started to move. Tony spoke again as he watched her intently and a smile made its way across his face. He wiped away a few tears that rolled down his face as Ziva's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes wandered around the room for a minute before settling on her partner.

"Tony…" She mumbled weakly.

"Thank god you're awake." Tony said. Ziva tried to move her arm but all of the tubes and wires prevented it. She tried to pull one out of the way but Tony stopped her and went to get one of the nurses.

After Tony walked out, Ziva looked around the room more observantly. She tried to lift her right arm but movement was restricted by a white cast. She could feel something tightly wrapped around her head and left arm and glanced down to see that it was bandages. Her entire body was sore and she noted the various bruises as she studies the visible extent of her injuries. She looked around the room for a calendar or something of the sort, wondering how long she'd been unconscious. There was a white board on the wall across the room and on it was written her name, room number, nurse's name, and the day's date. Looking at the board, she realized she'd only been out for a day or so.

Ziva tried to remember details from the accident but a lot of it was a blur. She remembered holding Tony's hand, and seeing a quick flash from the headlights of the other car before it hit them. The impact hadn't knocked her unconscious right away, but when she tried to remember what happened next, all she saw was a blurry figure approaching the car. All the medicine they were giving her through the I.V. was making it hard for her to concentrate as Tony came back in the room with a nurse and doctor.

Thankfully, after running a few tests, the doctor freed Ziva from some of the wires and tubes. Ziva winced as they shifted her position to remove them. She wanted to scream- to yell at them to stop moving her- but she didn't have the strength. She hated feeling this weak; it must've been from all the medicine. At Mossad, if you were weak, you were 'let go' and considered a failure in the eyes of the others. She was raised to be strong and therefore refused to show her weakness. She ignored the pain to the best of her ability, determined not to let Tony see her in any worse a state than she was already in.

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