Willow was confused. A strange pain ached in her gut. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't see anything. Everything was white. Her ears rang and her head hurt. Slowly, things began to fade into the white.
What the heck happened??? She wondered.
Then she caught sight of her surroundings. She was in some type of car lot. It was destroyed, however. There was the back half of a car on top of her leg. She grunted as she tried to move. There was a hole in the back of it, big enough for her to fit through.
I must've been in there... but why?
She couldn't remember any details. None... Her left ear still rang. Even as she heard footsteps through her right ear, she heard nothing from her left. Wait... footsteps???
She tried to turn to see who was coming. Then, she saw a baseball bat coming down at her head and she was out again. She awoke to a shrieking pain in her leg and gut.
She could barely move. Then Willow looked down. A piece of metal or a pipe or something was sticking out of her stomach, blood spewing at the sides. Her leg looked worse, though. The bottom half of her calf and foot on her left leg were starting to turn colors. She knew that the worst it could be was if it turned black. That was probably amputation or deadly infection bad.
But as Willow looked around, death seemed most welcome. She was in a scary room with blood on the walls. People who were probably tortured here had left messages in their blood. She could smell the smoke most likely from the explosion outside, so she had to be close, probably in a gas station near the car lot...
She was losing blood fast. She knew if something didn't happen soon....
She didn't even finish the thought. Her mind was too busy trying to figure out what that noise was. It was hard to tell where it was coming from, only being able to use her right ear...
Then the door opened. Her vision was starting to blur, but she could definitely make out the big letters on the people's jackets.
NCIS... They found me...
Tony was the first to make it to her. "Willow... oh willow, I'm sorry..."
She stared at him.
It's okay, dad. You don't have to be sorry!
She tried to say this aloud, but she could only move her lips a little. Tony saw her lips moving slightly. She was trying to talk, but something was blocking her voice.
They already had called an ambulance. Ziva caught sight of her and screamed, covering her mouth. She knelt down beside her. Tears were in her eyes as she saw her daughter.
Willow's lips mouthed "mom.."
It was barely able to be seen, but Ziva saw it. Tony was examining the bruising on her neck. On the sides, there were blue and purple bruises, what looked a lot like dried blood stained the skin. He tried to get his head as low as he could to see what was in the middle.
'Is that wood?' He thought.
He thought he saw a glimpse of something wooden, before the paramedics got there. They brought in a stretcher, got her up on it with as little pain as possible, and rushed her to the hospital.
Tony and ziva followed close behind in their car. They got there, parked, and checked in with the front desk. Willow had gone immediately into an operating room so that the doctors could remove the items sticking out of various places, and stitch her up.
Willow was awake through the whole process. They gave her an anesthetic, but she was afraid to sleep and tried to find a way to ask them not to put her to sleep.
They didn't really medicate her enough. It was enough to dull the pain, but with every stitch, she could feel a feeling of someone cutting into her skin. She winced a couple times, but the doctors assumed it was from the shock of the pressure on her.
When they finished, they put her up in a room for overnight at least. Willow was sitting at a slant on her bed. She looked around the room. It wasn't very cheerful. All beige and white.
Tony and ziva came rushing in. They came over to her. Willow tried to speak, but only air passed by her throat... no sound. It sounded like a pressured cough that couldn't really get through.
Tony sighed. "The doctor said you had landed on a four inch stick, two inches going into your throat, ruining your voice, at least for a few days, maybe weeks."
Willow was shocked by this news. How could she tell Jake she loved him? How could she reassure Andy after he woke up with a nightmare? How could this be??
A tear escaped her left eye. Ziva walked over and put a hand on her arm. "Oh sweetie... it'll be alright. You'll get your voice back in a couple weeks."
Willow knew this should help, but it didn't. She just turned her head slightly away from them, staring out the lonely window.
Tony sighed. He went out of the room. He returned a few minutes with a plastic bag. He came in. "I got this from the gift store... figure it could help you communicate."
He pulled out a notebook. The front was simple, a single flower on a purple cover, and a blue fuzzy pen to go with it. Willow smiled. She took the notebook from him, scribbled something on it, and passed it back.
Thank you, it said.
Tony smirked. "You're welcome."
He handed the notebook back so she could use it whenever. Willow lay back and fell into a deep sleep. She may have been rescued, but she was still exhausted.
Tony looked at ziva, concerned. She's exhausted, he thought, and she hasn't even heard the news about her leg...
