The Italic is Tony's memories in this chapter.

"Get him oxygen!"

"Tony."

"His heart rate is going down."

"Tony."

"We need to stop this bleeding."

"Tony."

"We are losing him!"

"Tony!"

Tony eyes flew open, and he sat up quickly to face his tormenter. A figure stood bedside to him. His grey hair seemed to shine due to the extra sunlight coming into the room.

"Finally, you're awake."

"Gibbs!"Tony said with relief.

"You've been asleep for hours. Abby and McGee were here a minute ago, they just left."

"What?" Tony looked around, trying to figure out where in the world he was. I heart monitor sat next to him, beeping at his every breath. A large blue screen cut the room in half, making his area small and compact. A TV sat at eye level to him across the room, showing Deal or No Deal, but placed on mute.

"Am I in a hospital?" he asked, staring straight at Gibbs.

"No duh DiNozzo" he said, slapping the back of his head softer than usual.

"Gibbs what happen? Why am I here? All I remember is the crash and Ziva, and blood… What happened?"

"The elevator cord snapped, and it crashed to the bottom floor." He said, head down. "You both should have been dead, but something happened. No one knows how or why you got out of there alive. You were both really broken and cut."

"And Ziva?"

"Alive, but critical. The medics said that if you had not helped her, she would have died. You might have saved her life Tony."

Tony sat back in his bed. "She will make it though, right?"

Gibbs grabbed the guest chair that sat feet away from him and sat down.

"I don't know, I really don't know. They are trying everything possible."

Memories of the crumpled elevator came back to him. Tears, blood, and love filled every second.

"Come on, come on Ziva, please don't die! I need you! I want you! I love you!"

"I want to see her."

"What?"

"Take me to her."

"I don't think…"

"Please Gibbs!" Tony yelled as he sat up, tears starting to run down his cheek.

"Well… okay… I will get the nurse." Gibbs got up from his chair and left the room, and Tony sat back into his bed. He grabbed a few tissues from the box next to his bed, and wiped his eyes. Words could not describe his feelings. She loved him, he loved her. Life would never be that same anymore, even if Ziva did live. Will she even remember him? Will she even remember her love for him?

"Why you, Ziva? Why you?"

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