Home straights people! Only this little chapter to go.

Thankyou SO MUCH for the reviews and the follows. It really means a lot to me. Thanks. Really.

This is a short chapter, please excuse me.

-Slayer

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A constant noise in the room, accompanied by breathing, was the only reassurance she had that Tony wasn't dead yet.

Utter silence.

He was lying in bed, wrapped in gauze and radiating wires.

Broken bones that had to be re-broken, deep cuts and massive internal bleeding, concussion, starvation and dehydration, blood-loss, and a gunshot wound to his calf. His hair was missing and his skin was sallow, his bones sticking out against his flesh, heavy bags under his eyes.

He looked like a different person- All Ziva could hope was that, underneath, he was the same person- because otherwise, he might never wake up.

3 days later~ because I'm a bitch…

Green eyes flashed. Flickered, Closed again… And opened.

Tony was immobile. His lungs felt like brown paper bags and he could feel needles in him everywhere. The pain from his shin was so intense it was like somebody was holding an oxy-acetylene torch against it.

The hospital was filled with late-afternoon sunlight. It shone across the bed and onto the face of the woman sleeping in the cahir beside his bed.

Ziva.

Dark hair mussed and clothes rumpled, she was surrounded by what must have been enough empty coffee cups to fill a modern art installation.

She looked tired.

As he watched, her eyes flickered open and she opened her mouth in a yawn- but then she caught sight of his eyes open, and shot forward, to the bed.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, low voice loaded with concern.

He smiled drily. "I don't think the spa treatment is working, personally. Maybe we should get a refund?"

She smiled, biting her lip, features filled with a wash of relief.

He was going to be alright.

Everything would be fine again.

She just knew.

A/N

Alright. That's it! Done!

I am not going to put a poll up because I'm shisslak, but I want you tell me if you think I should do a sequel. Just… Just asking. Because I want to keep my options open.

You see, the thing is, this is essentially a torture fic. Now that he isn't being tortured anymore, I can't justify continuing the story. However, if you want a purely pairing and hurt/comfort-y sequel, I can't make any promises, but I might.

Anyway, ciao! I hope I lived up to your expectations.