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Authors Note: Tony is now out of his operation, he isn't really "aware" of the severity of what has happened. He has tunnel vision at the moment to see Ziva, so he hasn't really considered the accident, his injuries or anything else, which is why he isn't panicking as much in this chapter - ignorance is bliss :)

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I woke up in a hospital room; I had gathered this was the case by the tubes protruding from my body and the constant beep next to my bed. I turned my head and saw a figure with silver hair and for the first time he looked distressed
"You're up" he said, I remember he was breathing out heavily, almost as if he was a little relieved and a little surprised
I looked at him; I didn't know what to say
"You're okay DiNozzo, we got you, we got Ziva – you're okay" he said, it sounded familiar.
I continued lying there – I didn't know what to say. I figured I would wait until I was alone and try and make my way to Ziva's room, I had hoped by that point in time I wouldn't feel so heavy or tired – this didn't happened, I felt progressively worse which of course didn't stop me.

I wasn't sure what time it was, but he had left the room and I pulled myself out of bed and began to detach myself, tube by tube – I kept my IV in and used the stand as a kind of walker to roll around with me, this must have been some sight for onlookers.

I went in search of her, I think I went into 5 or 6 different rooms before I apparently (I say apparently, because I have no recollection of this) went to the front desk and claimed to be Ziva's visiting husband before collapsing onto the floor. Shockingly enough they didn't believe me – I'm not sure why, it certainly couldn't have been the hospital gown or IV that gave it away, or the fact that I had asked the very nurse who was looking after me, but she had seen right through my master plan and was now forced to deal with my unconscious body. Miraculously she must have some how managed to get my bare behind back to my room, because I woke up in my bed, all attached and beeping steadily. The nurse must have entertained the idea because in the doctors notes there is a dot point stating:
"Patient believes he is married to Ziva David (Room D3-507)"
The only fact I took from this was her room number, I was in C2-001 – so I wasn't even on the same floor.

The next thing I remember was performing my usual routine of pulling off my attachments and wheeling my special walker with me to try and locate the whereabouts of my imaginary wife. I knew we weren't married, I knew that we were coworkers but it was somehow easier if the hospital staff thought I was a little off, I would use losing my mind as an excuse for the next few times I was caught. I was completely unaware of the extent of my injuries so their concerns and warnings meant nothing to me.

I had taken the fire stairs, it was only one level but I remember having to take a break, I sat down and used my robe to wipe the sweat from my head. Dark red liquid dropped to the floor which distracted me and confused me, I stupidly ignored it and leant back against the wall. I think I may have fallen asleep because I was awoken by the slamming of a door, I momentarily froze and then dragged myself and my IV up the stairs with me.

I opened the door from the fire stairs (which by the way is made of cement) and was finally on her floor, it must have been late because it was like a ghost town. I walked toward her room and quickly reevaluated the situation, I looked back to see how far away the stairs were and saw the strange crimson droplets following me. I used them as a guide like a drawing on a map rather than a warning, which admittedly now was a pretty dumb thing to do.