I am so sorry for not updating last week. Uni has just started, and I was busy reading through dozens of texts and trying to change my seminar courses and stuff. Again, I'm very sorry. So as an apology, there will be one chapter today, and another one tomorrow.

Layla's soft moan filled the motel room as Kadira changed the dressing on her thigh and pulled the covers back on her. Leaning in, she felt her forehead. The girl was burning up. If this continued, they would have to find a doctor and force him to get her some meds. The bullet had entered her left thigh and passed right through, missing any major arteries. The loss of blood was not too bad, but apparently, the wound had become infected. Damn. This was the last thing they needed. Kadira had planned on switching motels today. But if yesterday had been bad, with Layla barely able to hold herself upright as they checked in, today would be worse. Someone carrying a semi-unconscious woman would draw a lot more attention than she would like to have on them.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Kadira brushed a few strands of hair out of Layla's face and kissed her forehead softly, telling her to go back to sleep. When she straightened herself up, she felt Farook's arms wrap around her waist and his lips on her neck, kissing it softly. She allowed herself to close her eyes, leaning back into him, enjoying the moment before turning around and kissing the corner of his mouth softly. She stepped around him and took one of the glasses on the desk, filling it with water. Farook leaned down to check on Layla himself, worry edged on his face. He pulled back the covers and checked Kadira's work before pulling them around the young woman again, turning to his wife. Kadira took a sip of the water, looking out of the window to watch the rain pouring down.

|She needs medication.| Farook said, his voice soft. Kadira nodded slowly and turned to look at him again, the concern in her eyes matching his.

|I know. But we can't exactly walk into a hospital.| she reminded him and watched as he slowly sunk down on the bed, rubbing a hand over his tired features. He had shaved again, the unkempt look disappearing with the stubble on his chin. Kadira put her now empty glass down and pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail, trying to buy time. When she was done, she drew a deep breath.

|We made a mistake.| she said. Immediately, Farook opened his mouth to argue, but she put up her hand, indicating that she was not done yet and he better hear her out. |I didn't mean what happened at the square. That was a mistake, too, but she couldn't have known that she would miss. Anyway, I know who our mark is. And you won't like it.| she told him, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

|Who?| he asked impatiently.

|Mossad Officer Ziva David. Daughter of Director Eli David.| Kadira sighed and cringed at the loud string of curses Farook let out. He raked a hand through his dark mess of hair, continuing to curse silently. Kadira watched him, trying to figure out if he would abandon the mission after learning who their mark was.

|What do we do now?| he asked her, visibly shaken. Kadira shrugged.

|Your decision. Either we call this off, and try to get out of the country before every airport has our pictures with the terrorism-threat, or we stay and try to take her out. Either way, whatever we do, Layla needs medical attention. We need to find a drug store, get more painkillers and new supplies to change the dressing. And some antiseptic.| she said. Her husband slowly nodded.

|Okay. Who do you think they are putting more effort on finding, you or me?| he wanted to know. Kadira frowned slightly.

|All three of us. Why are you asking?| she wanted to know, not seeing the point in this discussion.

|We need to get in contact with Hamas, let them know what happened. And while one does that, the other one could get what Layla needs from the drug store.| Farook said, turning to the young woman when she started tossing and turning in her sleep. |Sh, it's okay, you're safe. Wake up, Layla. Come on, open your eyes.| he asked her softly, stroking her damp hair. A sad smile formed on Kadira's lips. Had he done this a day ago, she would have been jealous of the girl. But now it was only brotherly affection and concern that showed in his actions. Layla opened her eyes, and looked around wildly before slowly focussing on him.

|Hurts.| she whispered, her voice hoarse. Farook took the glass that sat on the bedside table and held her head as she drank the water.

|Sorry, we don't have any pills left.| he apologized when Layla let her head fall on the pillow again, groaning as she moved her leg slightly. Kadira pushed herself up from the desk and walked over to them, refilling the glass before offering it to Layla again. Who shook her head and closed her eyes.

|Tired.| Her voice was barely audible, and Kadira and her husband exchanged a worried look. She leant in, whispering into his ear.

|We can't leave her alone like this. You go meet with our contact. Once you return, I'll go and get the meds.| she said, knowing she was right. Layla was in no position to defend herself should anyone find them here. Then again, Kadira wasn't sure what she would do if they were ambushed while Farook was out. Or even if it were to happen now. In her current state, they would have to leave Layla behind, which was the last thing Kadira wanted to do.

|You go first. She needs the meds, we can meet with Aman later.| Farook decided, kissing her goodbye as she got up, grabbed her purse and gun and quickly left the room in search of a drug store, not sure what she was going to buy.

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And again, feel free to point out mistakes in word choice and/or grammatical errors. I don't get offended by it, and it would really help.