Come on, I will myself. Get up. Get the f**k up. Ziva needs you!
There’s a strange beeping in my left ear. It’s sending a prickly feeling up my left arm. Is someone touching me? Is Ziva here and I just haven’t been able to open my eyes long enough to notice?
No. It can’t be Ziva. She’s not usually so rough. And it doesn’t hurt so much when she’s around me. Why does it hurt? There are sharp stings racing down my spine. And my stomach. And now my arm.
“Her vitals are stable,” a deep voice reports without emotion. “The babies’ heart rates have normalized too. We can leave them in there.”
Another voice snakes through my subconscious. Eerily familiar and yet alien enough to make my skin crawl. “Why would we want to? Doesn’t serve my purpose. Call me when you’re ready to induce.”
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