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Promises made

Chapter 6: Home

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She hated it with a passion. Understanding they needed to turn her, put pillows in different places touch her, and liking it were two very different things. Looking forward to the day she was able and allowed to do it herself so they'd stop touching her. The only positive thing about it was Miriam. She was very glad that Miriam seemed to be her main nurse. Where the others just came in and did what needed to be done. Miriam talked to her while doing it. Warning her every time when she was going to touch her. It made her less anxious to be told beforehand what would happen with her body. Already she felt unstable enough without the uncertainty of what would happen.

This time Miriam did not come in with the goal to move her body.

"Hello Ziva. I am going to take you to get some more scans. If they look good you will start with physical therapy."

No better news could have come at that time. This laying around was not what she and thus by extend her body was used to. Every time Liat held up the cup to let her drink she could feel the weakness in her arms, from disuse. If everything in her life was changing she at least could get back on of the things she'd loved before. Exercising, keeping her body moving. In the past it had also helped her get her mind of other things.

Rolling Ziva's bed out of the room was the last Liat saw from both of them for the next hour. Not noticing that as soon as Ziva's bed was moved the woman in question closed her eyes. The scans were taken and after Ziva was being rolled in again. Liat could see the exhaustion on her face. Not surprising. The moving that came with preventing bedsores already made her tired. Moving her to the scanning machines would take even more energy from Ziva.

Back barely half an hour and doctor Raviv already entered the room.

"I have very good news for you Ziva" she said as a way of greeting "the scans look good. The events from a couple of days ago did no further damage. For both your spine and pelvic region there are good signs that it's starting to heal."

Finally some good news. While Ziva tried her hardest to pretend her emotional outburst at Eli's abandonment hadn't happened she had feared she made things worse for herself.

"Later today your physical therapist will visit you to discuss everything. I will also send in a dietitian. Before we can truly get you out of this bed and moved to occupational therapy we need to be sure to get you eating again. Any questions?"

"No, thank you doctor Raviv" pleased with the good news she had gotten.

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Habits. Hard to break if it was a wrong one, hard to get right if it was something not completely natural to the person. After his weeks at sea only one habit had stuck. Not the getting up early, he still had as much trouble with that as before. Writing his letters to Ziva however did stick.

Even with being back at his desk, the place he longed to be back at the moment he left. Even with being able to actually talk to Abby, tease McGee, get his head set straight by a slap to it by Gibbs. He still needed her. Not that he'd ever thought he would not. Getting to walk back into the bullpen every morning was great. Finally hearing from Ziva would be better. It became clear to him that no one from NCIS had heard from her since she left. The only one he had not approached about it was director Vance. He'd rather not do that.

Not after his attempt to question Gibbs about her. They had been going to a witnesses house to question them when on the drive there Tony had finally dared to ask.

"Have you heard from Ziva?"

Silence as it was so often with Gibbs was also his answer now.

"I never thought I'd say this but I miss our Israeli officer. Did you know that neither McGee or Abby have heard from her? I had hoped you had any contact with her, is she on another mission for Mossad? She told me once it wasn't all hot women and car chases but I had always wondered if she was just.."

"DiNozzo. Your rambling" His boss said in a gruff voice, Tony knew that if Gibbs had not been driving instead of speaking he'd have head slapped him.

"Shutting up boss"

So, even though he had gotten almost everything he had wished for he still picked up his pen and paper and wrote to her. Late in the night when no one would glance twice at the senior field agent still at his desk.

The hope that she was send out on a mission and unable to contact him at all grew smaller and smaller. Or maybe it just got harder to cling to that hope.

As always he started his letter with her name. Just her name.

'Ziva, McGee and I have been back at NCIS for some time now and it is not the same without you here. I need my partner. You still haven't contacted me. I know what we said right before we left but.... I am starting to get worried. Where are you? Do you know how many times I picked up my phone to call you? The only thing that prevented me to press call was you yelling at me for compromising the mission you're on. That is the only explanation I can think of for you not contacting me.'

- -

Just as promised later that day a new face entered the hospital room. Shaking Ziva's hand and introducing herself as "Rasha" explaining since she and Ziva would be working close together she did not see the need for fancy titles or last names.

"Now I read through your medical file but I would like to hear from you what your life looked liked before you came here. How much exercise did you get? That way I can best make a plan for our sessions to get your body in the best condition for when you start occupational therapy"

"The normal amount. I always run...ran about eight kilometers every morning. Three times a week I would go to the gym for martial arts training. Sometimes more if work allow it. "

Inside Rasha had to chuckle, with Ziva saying the normal amount. Rasha read in the files that Ziva was a Mossad officer. Now she did not know about their training regime but she had patients that were in the IDF before, knowing how much they trained Rasha could only believe Mossad was at least that focused on physical strength and health.

"That is a good baseline to start from. That means you are in excellent form" her level of health greatly improved the odds of her recovery.

"I am not so sure about that" Ziva answered her even though no question was asked. "Since I have woken up my friend has had to help me hold a cup, they have to move me because I cannot do it myself. My arms feel weak"

"That is all perfectly normal. Your body has had to go through a lot these past weeks. The weakness you experience is normal after the coma you've been in. Loss of strength is already expected after a week. Let alone the time it was for you." A soft smile appeared on Rasha's face. If all of her patients were in the shape Ziva had been in before she would for sure see quicker recoveries. "The fact that you were in good shape before your accident means that your body is used to working. We will get you back in shape, get your strength back up. I cannot promise you you'll get back one hundred percent. But if you are willing to work so am I. Don't forget your body is also not getting the nutrients the way it is used to. Once you get back to eating you will find your strength will return fast. I'll take my notes and start working on a program. I will be back tomorrow. Prepare to start working then."

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The dietician Michael was a nice enough man, though that was maybe also due to Ziva's excitement at him being there. Longing for a bite of real food, not ice chips. After checking her mouth and swallow reflex quickly jolting things down in his file he gave her the good news. "You are good to go with oral ingestion again. Any swelling from the ventilator is gone. This does not mean you can immediately get back to eating full meals. You're digestive track has not been working on solid foods for too long for that. We will start you off slowly with broths onto mashes and introduce more fiber into your diet again. It is all written out so the nurses can handle that. I will check in periodically with you to see if the plan needs to be tweaked." Looking up when Miriam came into the room holding a tray with a bowl on it. "Now are you ready for real food? We will go slowly since you have been flat for a while. Give us a sign if you feel uncomfortable"

He pushed the button to raise her bed. Then everything went wrong, the bed had barely moved up a couple of inches. Nausea swept over her. More intense than at all the times they had moved her or had rolled her bed down to the scans.

"Stop" was all she was able to say before her stomach protested. At once she started dry heaving. For nothing was there to come up. Quickly she was lowered down again.

"Deep breaths Ziva. This is just a reaction from your body from laying down for so long. We will wait a couple of minutes before we try again. Let it sink down"

And like that, a couple of minutes later they tried again. Ziva closing her eyes before he could start the bed to lift her up a bit. Again with just a bit of movement the nausea came back. This time instead of lowering her down Michael just stopped the bed.

"Remember Ziva deep breaths. We'll try to stay like this to see if the nausea goes away. Your balancing organ just needs to get the message that everything is okay"

With the minutes passing the nausea did not go away. It just seemed to get worse. Ziva felt herself grow warm and start to sweat. When Michael saw this then he lowered her down again.

That whole process was repeated a handful of times more in the next half an hour. Sadly without any change.

"Please no more" Ziva finally said. Since the second time they'd tried to lift her she had not opened her eyes anymore.

Then finally it clicked with Miriam. Who remembered she had Ziva close her eyes on purpose quite a bit in the last couple of days.

"Ziva, did you feel dizzy or nauseated before going up?"

Nodding her head not daring to speak in fear of dry heaving again.

"All the time?" the answer now being a shake of her head.

"Ziva I know it is hard but I need you to answer me. When do you start to get dizzy?"

"When moved" were the only two words Ziva dared to speak.

"When we move you around, also when we move your bed right?" A nod confirmed it.

"I think we need to get you on some different pain medication before we try to get you up again. I think you are experiencing a side effect. I will talk with doctor Raviv to see about the change" leaving her alone with Michael.

"I believe Miriam might be right. For now we will wait until the medicine is changed. Depending on how you are feeling I will be back late in the afternoon."

After Miriam's talk with doctor Raviv it was decided to indeed change Ziva's pain medication. One that was ever so slightly less strong but with a lot less side effects. The change of the medication was not easy. The pain medicine that had made her so sick going out of her system being sure it was noticed one last time. Which caused another bout of dry heaving even though Ziva was laying flat on her back. The morning she woke up after was better, the change in medicine very noticeable.

When Michael came back that day and they repeated the whole process there was a big change. She still got dizzy and nauseas when they lifted her but not as much. The need to throw up was gone. In slow fazes she was lifted. Somewhere between laying down and upright was where they left it for today. Not wanting to overwhelm Ziva's system. Because the day had taken a lot of energy out of Ziva it was Miriam who spoon fed her the soup. Trying to get over that embarrassment was hard but was made somewhat okay at the feeling of the broth going down. The taste of the salty broth did her good, finally something ells than the ice chips she had been allowed before.

When everyone concluded she would keep it down Michael told her again how they would build up her tolerance to solid foods. If at any point she felt her body fight against the food or feel nauseas by it she needed to let them know. Before he left he wanted to lower Ziva, who stopped him, down again.

"Can you leave me up please?"

He continued with lowering her "Your body has enough to adjust to. The half hour you have been up is the max I can allow right now. Mostly because of your spine. I will message your physical therapist, noting you responded well with being as upright as you are right now. You will work on being up for longer periods of time."

"You did well today Ziva." Miriam, always being kind to her, said before both she and Michael left. Leaving Ziva alone in the room with Liat. Who had come back from the gym right when Ziva had finished her broth. They talked some. Ziva informing her of what happened when she was gone. Satisfied with a day where she finally did something it was not much later that Ziva closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

- -

A new day had started and for the first time since Ziva landed in the hospital Liat finally thought things were taking a turn, for the better and staying that way. Where she had thought that before this was different. This was the first day that Ziva had woken up with a smile. Looking forward to eating, to starting to work with Rasha.

"Hey Ziva, Liat" Rasha greeted her happiness being infectious. "Ready to work?"

Having to only look at Ziva to see her smile in reply. "Let's first get you up a bit more. I got the note from Michael and I agree with everything getting you stable upright is important right now"

Slowly she raised the bed. Ziva was happy to note that she did not get as dizzy today and not at all nauseated. After checking if Ziva felt okay Rasha took a seat on the other side of the bed that Liat sat. "Before we start I wanted us to talk about something. I know a lot has happened in the last couple of days and that everything can be very overwhelming. That is why I want you to know that this whole process that we start today is in your hands. Everything we do here is to give you as much choice and control for when you are okayed to leave. There will be times when progress seems none existent and things will get hard. But I am here to work through that with you."

Ziva understood. She did not fully trust Rasha for that was not in her nature. As long as what Rasha said was true, that she would do anything in her power to help Ziva they would be okay.

"What helps is to set a goal for yourself. Something to work towards. Tell me, what do you want? How does life look like when you get out of here?"

For a moment Ziva did not know what her answer should be. The past days had started and ended with her mostly focusing on the here and now. More overwhelmed by the drastic change her life had taken. In the past whenever an injury had brought her to the hospital she had fought tooth and nail to get out as soon as humanly possible to be able to return to work.

She turned the question Rasha had asked her over in her head. Again and again. What did she want? Most of the things she had wanted for her life were not a possibility anymore. Or at least the things that Eli had wanted for her. Without deciding to a memory popped in her head. Tony's voice "Promise me you'll come back. Promise me we'll get a chance?". That made her think of him. For the first time since she'd woken up. The thought of him brought a lot of new questions with it. Would he still want her like this? Unable to be his partner again? Would any of them? Right now she was a world away, she could not return in the same state she had left in. Would that change anything for them? Would Gibbs still trust her as he once had? Would Abby, McGee and Ducky receive her back with open arms? Even like this?

When she asked herself that question her mind answered with memories. Memories of them all hanging out after a case had been closed, thanksgiving at Ducky's, her girls nights with Abby, all the moments shared in the last years. They had taught her what it had meant to be part of a team. A team more often than not working as family. They taught her that is was okay to show what she had kept inside when working for Mossad. It was okay to be human, to make mistakes, to cry to laugh with the people around you. It was okay to love.

The answer to all of her questions would be yes. Even this far away from them she was still a part of them, just as they were a part of her. Things would not be as they were before but they could work at a new normal. She did not need her legs to sit down for tea with Ducky and listen to his stories. She did not need to be physically strong to have fun with McGee or a girls outing with Abby. Her and Gibbs shared a bond to deep to just break because of this. And Tony. She had seen him change in the years since she met him, especially in the last year when they had really gotten close. He slowly got into her heart as more than a friend even if that was hard to admit somehow. She knew it was the same for him. The connection they shared would hold, this would not change that. Ziva would make sure to keep her promises to him.

Rasha waited patiently as Ziva seemed to be deep in thoughts. She noticed Liat start to fidget next to Ziva, probably wondering if she should step in. Years of experience had taught Rasha that often times patients had not thought about that question before she asked it to them. Would not think much further than all the medical stuff happening around them. That was why this question was important. Once they realized what they wanted they became motivated they could push through the hard parts. It was visible the moment Ziva had found her answer. A tiny smile broke out on her face and she looked straight into Rasha's eyes. With conviction she spoke, a single word but it encompassed all that Ziva wanted to accomplish.

"Home"11

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ao3feed-larry · 2 years

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Promises Made, Promises Kept

by OceanicBlue1

But that, apparently, doesn’t matter, because before Harry can process the words 'no, just let me see him' from a voice he could pinpoint out of thousands, his phone is chiming in his pocket at the same time Jeff says, “you’re good, Harry. Go see him.”

There are a lot of things Harry needs to be told twice, but this isn't one of them.

Harry, after late night calls and senses of irrationality so strong he’s bordering idiotic, attends Louis’ X Factor performance of Just Hold On, where he has to wait backstage to see Louis while knowing what Louis is going through and despite wanting, more than ever, to go hug his husband and tell him how strong he is.

The longest three minutes of Harry's life are about to ensue.

Words: 8849, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Jeff Azoff, Steve Aoki, Mentions of Zayn Malik

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Married Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Song: Just Hold On (Steve Aoki & Louis Tomlinson), One Shot, POV Harry Styles, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Harry's really worried, like freaking out, No Angst, lots and lots of emotions though, Fluff, Swearing, this is a cute little oneshot, nothing bad promise

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#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Promises Made #Promises Kept #<p>by <a rel= href="

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tom4jc · 2 months

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February 6, 2024 Verse Of The Day

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#2 Peter 3:9 #all should repent #fullfilling all promises #God is longsuffering #God is not slow #God is patient #no desire for any to perish #promises made #Verse of the Day

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catmask · 6 months

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any time i draw characters with an ounce of body fat everyones like “oh i bet they give such warm hugs” like what if they fuck sensual style actually

#like okayim glad you like them. thats sweet.#i cant even be too mean about this because i also really like hugs #but also itd be nice for this to not be my detector of 'ah ive made this character fat enough to get the hug comment'#you can be normal about fat people i promise you can even thinnk they are pretty or handsome or hot. you will live. you will Flourish #txt #scratchpost

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raptorrobot · 4 months

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...like antennas to heaven

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#ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #ultrakill earthmover #creations of raptor #tumblr compression made the raw file of the whole comic look like ass so i had to meticulously split it into multiple images #the little gaps are mildly annoying but i promise it is better than seeing this in like 140p #the full image is linked though if you wanna experience it as fully intended #anyways #this is the most insane project i've done in a while #the book in 7-4 man . it just Hit #you were beautiful .#perfect closure .#the pages of the book are blank .#THE PAGES OF THE BOOK ARE BLANK .

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inkskinned · 10 months

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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

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bluegiragi · 14 days

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he keeps his promises.

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#wraith!simon is extremely fixated on promises he'd made as a human e.g ripping out Roba's tongue and feeding it to him.#one notable feature about newly-born wraiths is that they obsess wholeheartedly over the events that led to their transformation #and use these as subconscious reference points in their search for revenge.#price has a general idea on how wraiths are made so. you can imagine what he's feeling right now #simon ghost riley #captain john price #monster 141 au #giragi art

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time-woods · 5 months

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FIONNA AND CAKE SEASON 2 STORYBOARD LEAK ? ! ? OMG ? ? ?

#adventure time #fionna and cake #prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #SEASON 2 LETS GOOOOOO #this is so real and true i promise #trust trust trust #GUYS I MADE THIS IMSORY PLEAS I THOUGHT THE FILE NAME WOULD GIVE IT AWAY #unreality #DIDNT KNOW THAT WAS A TAG SORRY

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soldrawss · 1 year

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Huntlow doodle dump including 3 different aus so yeah enjoy

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juniperarts · 3 months

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I understand Freddy, I'd miss him too 😭

#fnaf #fnaf sb #glamrock bonnie #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanart #security breach #fnaf bonnie #artists on tumblr #digital art #five nights at freddy's #i feel very normal about him #i promise #made these for my birthday since I dont think the plushie of him will arrive by then #my art

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earanemith · 3 months

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Promises Made

Here it is Chapter 1. Since it's very long for Tumblr please read on: Ao3

Chapter 1: Chaos

Chaos. Where the street had once been busy but peaceful that had all been over in a split second when chaos descended up it. Shouting, shooting. Liat had franticly looked around her, as she pulled her own gun out, for Ziva. Not being able to get a clear shot she kept looking for Ziva and for cover. It was then that she spotted Ziva. As if carried by the wind she crossed the street Liat seeing her push a girl out of the way for the worst of it. But being too late to safe herself.

The cars sped off leaving the chaos they started in their wake.

"Ziva!"

The moments it took Liat to reach where Ziva had landed seemed to stretch endlessly. When she finally reached the place her friend was the girl she had pushed out of the way had also reached her. Looking white as a sheet. When she got a closer look at Ziva she understood why. Ziva's body scarily still, blood slowly pooling out of her. Kneeling on the glass and debris scattered around them Liat felt for a pulse fearing the worst, but sighing with relief when she felt it. Calling 101 as fast as she could. Giving off all the relevant information as soon as someone picked up. Making sure to give her Mossad identification code and Ziva's. Knowing ambulances were most likely already on their way. Also knowing that if Ziva wasn't taken to the hospital quick that relief she had felt would turn into grief.

After informing Director David's secretary of everything that had happened over the phone Liat took her place in the waiting room of Sheba Medical Center.

After two hours of waiting finally a doctor showed. Normally she would not have gotten any information, being friends did not constitute the right relations to get medical information. Being the Mossad officer who called it in and saying she was there on behalf of Eli David Director of Mossad , did give her some pull however. After confirming she was there for Ziva and introducing himself as Ran Barzel MD the doctor quickly spoke to her.

"Miss David's injuries were severe. More severe than we initially thought. She almost crashed when we got her in the operating room. After we stabilized her we could focus on the bleeding. It appeared she was hit by quite a bit of debris, maybe a stray bullet. We did however get that fixed and it will be okay. After, we continued our preliminary examination, I highly suspect Miss David having a vertebrae fracture form being hit by the car. Right now they are taking her to get her spinal cord x-rayed. I waited with this until after we could give her a blood transfusion and the first dose of antibiotics to give her body as much strength as we can. Once I get the x-ray results I'll be moving straight into the OR"

Liat silently, took it all in. The superficial wounds didn't worry her as much anymore. Both her and Ziva being in Mossad have had to both deal with their fair share of battle wounds and healing time. The X-ray had her worried, she had lost friends from having a broken spine and dying from internal bleeding. Forcing herself not to continue with that line of thinking she looked the doctor in the eye again.

"Doctor Barzel, what are her chances?" She needed to know, Ziva had to be okay.

"At this moment I cannot tell you that Miss Tuvia. All I can say at this moment is that Miss David's body has sustained a lot of trauma, how severe and what her chances at complete recovery will be I can only guess at." He looked Liat up and down. Seeing despite the strong front she put up that the young Mossad agent in front of him was worried. Maybe she was there for more reasons than just on behalf of the director of Mossad. "I take it you will be waiting?"

"Yes"

"Very well, I have to get back to the operating room. I'll have a nurse come get you after we are finished. "

With that the doctor returned to where he had come from and she sank back into the plastic chair she had occupied before. Closing her eyes and sending silent prayers up for Ziva to be okay. To come out of this and be fine.

It seemed like an eternity before she heard footsteps coming closer again. All the time spent waiting Liat hadn't dared to look at the clock. Fearing that if she saw the time pass the chances of Ziva getting out of this alright got smaller and smaller. Looking up she now saw a nurse before her. The nurse spoke kindly to her and took her through the halls of the hospital. They ended up in another wing and level. After opening the door for Liat and letting her in the nurse left. Already focused on the doctor before her Liat forgot to say any form of thanks or goodbye to the nurse.

Doctor Barzel immediately went on with explaining what they had done, knowing that the young woman before him was probably anxious enough as it was.

"After I got the x-rays of Miss David back I concluded that she has sustained severe trauma to her spinal cord. Namely to the lumbar region" He put up the x-ray to show Liat. "There is a fracture in her L3 vertebrae and possible contusion in L2, L1 and T12. There is also a lot of swelling from T11 down to L5. We have started treatment with corticosteroids to get the swelling down as fast as we can. Tomorrow we will take her for another x-ray and ct scan to see if the treatment it working. For now we have to wait"

"Isn't there anything ells to be done right now?" Liat asked the doctor.

"Not right now, with the swelling present it's too unpredictable what the fracture and contusions will do. If we try for more drastic interventions right now we could make things worse. If the swelling goes down enough we will then continue on with fitting Miss David into a brace to keep her spine well aligned for the healing process or if needed operate on her to make sure the vertebrae will heal well."

"Does this mean she will be paralyzed?" Almost afraid to ask but needing to know.

"Right now we can't make that determination. She came to us unconscious and until she is awake and coherent again we won't know, but yes, there is a chance she will be paralyzed." After a moment of silence "Come with me. I will take you to her"

Swiftly the two make it down the hall where the doctor stopped in front of an opened door. "I do have to warn you, we intubated Miss David and are keeping her sedated at the moment. Her body will need all the strength we can give it. That is why we also put her on another blood transfusion. Please be careful with touching her. Right now with the corticosteroids working we don't want her moved at all. The nurse will come and tell you when visiting hours are coming to an end."

Turning away from the room, facing the doctor she spoke "I won't be leaving. Director David gave orders to stay with his daughter."

Doctor Barzel doubted that Liat had spoken the truth. He had not thought about it while Miss David had been on the operating table but he did when he waited for the nurse to bring Miss Tuvia up. Looking through the medical file he had found out that the director of Mossad was his patients father. Eli David was known as a strict and strong man, ruthless when it came to his position. Ran having heard the stories from former patients working with the man and a family member in Mossad. He had his doubts if Miss Tuvia really had gotten orders to stay or just to get information. Sensing he would not be able to remove her from the room he gave her a short nod. "Very well. I'll let Miriam know to bring you some dinner. I will speak with you tomorrow."

With that doctor Barzel left and Liat was left in the doorway of Ziva's room. Hesitantly she put one foot in front of the other and walked in. The sight that greeted her send a flash of shock deep through Liat. Never before had she seen Ziva lay that still. Glad at having been warned about all the tubes coming from seemingly everywhere in Ziva's body. That paired with the scratches and dried up blood that were visible on her face and arms.

Pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down in it Liat lay her hand softly on Ziva's in the bed. Afraid to take Ziva's hand in her own of fear of moving her to much, at the same time needing to feel her friend beside her. Once again she closed her eyes.

Having already been woken by her internal alarm clock Liat only had to wait a handful of minutes before Nurse Miriam came in.

"Morning"

"Morning" Liat mumbled back. Capable of sleeping anywhere even a hospital chair did not mean she felt completely rested after the night that she had. After getting diner the night before, brought to her by the kind nurse who also replaced the corticosteroids for a new batch, Liat called to Director David's secretary. Updating her that there was really no news, the night had to pass before they would know more. The secretary had assured Liat she would inform the director asked her to please keep her informed and being sure to tell her that she would pray for a swift recovery for Ziva. Having met her a handful of times in her years of serving as Eli David's secretary.

"I will be taking her to get the scans necessary. After can I bring you some breakfast?" "No thank you I will quickly go home and change. I will be back"

Sending a kind smile to the nurse she whispered her goodbye to Ziva before leaving.

Just in time to see Ziva being rolled in again Liat arrived back in the hospital room. With it came also doctor Barzel.

"Ah miss Tuvia, good to see you. I am happy to tell you that the corticosteroid treatment worked. The swelling in miss David's spine is almost completely down. The fracture of the L3 vertebrae didn't worsen and the contusion was only in L2 and slightly in L1 further than that I think we are in the clear. The corticosteroid treatment will continue the rest of the day to make sure the swelling can completely go down. doesn't come back. Tomorrow morning she will get a last round of scans to double check, after that specialist will come to fit her into a spinal brace to keep everything straight while healing, further surgery is not needed. For now we'll keep he stable with pillows and pads. "

A sigh of relief passed her lips. Good news, things had not gotten worse. They were looking up.

"Once the treatment has finished and she is in her brace we will also change the sedation to pain medicine to get her to wake up"

"Thank you doctor, for your care"

The doctor left again after jolting down a couple more things in Ziva's file. Deciding to update Ziva's father after the treatment had ended and she was fitted for the brace Liat took out a book she'd brought for home and settled back in.

In the morning the scans had gone well. The swelling was comepletly gone and it was time for the specialist to fit the brace. As the specialist were moving and measuring Ziva everything went wrong. It seemed as if all hell broke loose. Suddenly an alarm went off on one of Ziva's many monitors. Nurses closely followed by doctor Barzel rushed into the room. They spoke quick with the specialist after which an order was given and Ziva was rolled out of the room.

Shocked she stood suddenly all alone in the room. How long she stood there motionless she could not say until Miriam entered the room.

"Please sit down" the nurse spoke kindly to Liat.

"No. You tell me right now what happened!" she demanded.

"Ziva's blood pressure and heart rate suddenly spiked after she was moved. That was the cause of the alarm. Doctor Barzel fears she started to bleed internally. And the jostling of the last few days with the scans caused it. He did not want to lose any time that is why she was rushed to the OR again. They are operation on her now. That is all I know for now."

That was it Liat's worse fears come true. Ziva was bleeding out, she was losing her closest friend. Ever since they were young Ziva had been her only real friend. Being there for her when her father got in one of his drunken states again and home was no longer safe. She always had a safe place with Ziva. They had grown up together, Liat by her side when Ziva lost her mother and her sister. Ziva by her side when finally, a day before she turned 18 and would go into the IDF, her mother snapped and killed her father for all of the abuse he had put on them for far too long. While they had drifted apart some, first by separate missions for weeks or months on end by Mossad, then Ziva's transfer to the American agency, there would always be a place in her heart for Ziva. Having thought they finally had a chance to reconnect and then having it snatched away was something Liat did not want to face.

It had barley been a week in his cramped room onboard the ship. Already it was driving him crazy. Even though the top deck was always busy and loud he made it a point from day one to breath in the sea air at least two times a day. If he did not at least see the sky a couple of times a day he would go crazy. Looking forward to two weeks from now, when they would dock for the first time. He chuckled to himself Ziva would defiantly have something to say about his restlessness. With every time his mind went to Ziva he got a little lost in thought. He had not yet heard anything from her. No email. While she told him contact would most likely be sparse, she had promised to contact him. Tony suspected there something being wrong with his email this far out at sea. He had mailed Abby, McGee, even director Vance to send his first report, but no responds so far.

He had already gone to the bridge and ask one of the techies to help him out. They all claiming no time. While his senior field agent status helped him along plenty of times within the walls of NCIS, on this ship he'd had no luck. A little annoyed he closed his laptop again to look at his notes next to him. The first incident had occurred since he'd been stationed there. Better keep his focus on that instead of the people he, for now, could not talk to.

Not until the sun was setting was Liat spoken to again. Miriam had taken her out of the room when the other nurses were situating Ziva again. Together with doctor Barzel another doctor stood next to him. Introducing herself as "Liana Raviv"

Doctor Barzel spoke first. "After Miriam updated you last there have been some changes. What I initially thought was an internal bleeding did not turn out to be one. We took some x-rays again when we could not find the cause of the distress. That is where doctor Raviv came in the picture"

Doctor Raviv took over. "We discovered that miss David also has a pelvic fracture. It was probably hiding as a hairline fracture that broke under the pressure of her being moved around the last two days. Because this hospital specializes in a lot there luckily wasn't any time lost. Pelvic fractures can be extremely unpredictable. I was able to fixate her pelvis with what we call an external fixator. Simply because there is not enough room inside. It will help keep the bone stabilized so they'll heal in the right place. Healing a pelvic fracture usually takes anywhere from 8 to 12 weeks. Once the bones have started to heal enough she is free to move and put weight on the fixator even before it is taken out again, that is what it's build for."

It was a lot of information to take in but doctor Raviv was not done yet. "That together with the spinal brace will inhibit her movements some at the start. But our first priority now is getting her started on healing not on mobility. I specialize in pelvic and spinal injuries that is why as of now I will be taken over the care for miss David from doctor Barzel. Come with me" She said as she led Liat into Ziva's room.

"I know it can be quite a shock to see a loved one with the external fixator. It looks more gruesome than it is. We keep the area uncovered to closely monitor for any infection."

It was then that Liat noticed something off and it was not the titanium frame protruding from her friends body. "Why is her heart rate off?"

With sorrow in her eyes doctor Raviv replied "All the trauma miss David has gone through has taken its toll on her body. While prepping to place the external fixator we could not get her heart rate and pain signals under control. We thought it best to induce a medical coma to take some stress of off her heart. Her body needs time to heal. If she were to wake now she would be in extreme amounts of pain. Pain for which no medication would truly help. This way we can take the worst of the healing process away from her. Bring her around when we see signs of it getting better. Miss David has a long road of recovery ahead of her"

"Ziva. She hates being called miss."

"Ziva has a long road to recovery ahead of her" Liana corrected herself. "I hope that in a weeks' time we can lighten the sedation we are using now. And in two weeks take her off of them completely to wake her up."

"But she can recover right?" Feeling as that little girl again scared and afraid asking Ziva if things would be okay if she got back home.

"We will help her recover as best as we can. A big part of it will be up to Ziva herself."

"Recover completely? Doctor Barzel said..."

"Yes, he told me you asked. While we cannot know for certain before Ziva wakes up there is a very high chance she will be paralyzed from the point of her injury down. How severe we have to wait and see."

Wanting to stay with Ziva right now was not an option, director David needed to be updated. And it could not be done through his secretary this needed to happen face to face. Everyone knew that the director did not go home until late in the evening so even though it was already dark Liat make her way through the hallways and in front of the director's office. His secretary had left for the day but there was still light coming from underneath the door. Taking a breath before knocking and entering when given permission.

"Officer Tuvia. Why are you here?" Eli asked her once she was inside and closed the door. He knew that she had been staying in the hospital where his last remaining daughter now lay. A hopefully minor setback. There were a lot of plans, missions that needed Ziva's attention.

"I come with news about Ziva sir." Was all she said in the form of an intro before explaining everything to Ziva's father that the doctors had told her. When she was finished he did not respond immediately. Slowly taking his reading glasses off.

"Very well then. Thank you for the update officer. That reminds me here." he looked around his desk and gave Liat a file when he found it. "I wanted to wait until tomorrow but since you are here now. These are your new orders. Your unit is send out on another mission tomorrow 6 o'clock"

"But sir what about Ziva?" it left her mouth before she could truly think to whom she was speaking.

"You best not be late" was all Eli replied with and with that dismissing her.

Knowing there was no arguing with her boss Liat left his office file underneath his arm. Orders were orders you had to follow them.

She went home and packed for her mission, reading over the file and preparing as best as she could. Very early, barley morning she dropped by the hospital.

"I am sorry Ziva. I have to go. You rest and heal, I will be back" with worry in her heart Liat left Ziva behind. Stopping at the nurses' station quickly to inform Miriam she would not be around for a while. Telling her where to contact if there were updates on Ziva's status.

"I will look out for her, don't you worry dear" was all Miriam said before Liat left.

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