Originally Posted by As.Is

"I used to have an accent, I think it left a couple years ago though, I'm from Greece and we used to speak the language at home." Ziva commented not really paying too much attention to the conversation she was paying attention to the ball, the key point in the game, eyes always on the ball.

She watched as Pierre kicked it to Benjamin and then Benjamin aimed to kick at Ziva. She gasped, the ball had been kicked high. She held her breath ready for impact, it couldn't have been kicked that hard, he was a beginner after all.

The ball made contact with Ziva's middle, she doubled over catching the ball with her hands around it. She let out a deep breath, Benjamin had kicked it a lot harder than she thought. "Whoa there man!" Ziva said standing up slowly. "That was one good kick, got anymore like that?" she asked plopping the ball back on the grass. She stood there catching her breath, the hit knocked some wind out of her.

Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Pierre nodded his head and watched as Benjamin went to go get the ball. He then watched as Benjamin kicked it back at Ziva with a lot of force. He gasped as he saw it connect with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "Ziva, are you all right?" he asked walking he over to her. As he got closer to her, she got up from the ground. He then looked back to Benjamin. "That really was an excellent kick."

Originally Posted by As.Is

Ziva doubled over again staring at her now grass stained white sneakers, arms clenched around her stomach. She took some deep breaths. "I w...w..will be soo....sooner or later." she grunted out as she tried catching her breath.

"He's get...getting bet...better." Ziva smiled at her shoes, still doubled over.

Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Pierre was pretty freaked out by the way Ziva was acting. "Are you sure? Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing or something? You look like you're in a lot of pain." He really hoped she would be all right and wouldn't need to go to the Hospital Wing. One, they were in the middle of a class. And two, Pierre and hospitals didn't mix very well. He was so worried about her, he ignored her last comment.

Originally Posted by As.Is

Ziva closed her eyes momentarily and then slowly stood upright. Then everything began to twirl around her. She widened her eyes and put a hand on Pierre's shoulder, though he was a bit taller than her, just to keep her balance. "I...I'm no....not sure." Ziva spit out, she still saw everyone spinning around.

Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Pierre really was frightened when she had to grab onto his shoulder for balance. He could tell that she didn't have any balance at all. He tried to look around for the professor. He really didn't want to talk to him right now, but it seemed to be completely necessary. "Professor. Ziva just got hit in the stomach with a soccer ball really hard. She doesn't look to good. Should I take her to the hospital wing?"

Originally Posted by As.Is

"No." Ziva said short and quietly. She did not want to go to the hospital wing during the first class back in school. It wasn't like anything else had gone wrong.

Ziva took another few deep breaths. She closed her eyes hoping that would help her. It made it worse, she began to fall forward.

Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Pierre rolled his eyes. Ziva was apparantally in a lot of pain, but she didn't want to go to the hospital wing. Pierre really had no reason to roll his eyes. He probably would've said the same thing to avoid a trip there.

Then she closed her eyes and began to fall forward. He used his usually slow reflexes to catch her before she hit the ground. He didn't know what to say and hoped the professor would be over there shortly.

Originally Posted by As.Is

"Asher..." Ziva trailed off as Pierre caught her. Then she went black.

Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Oh no! Pierre thought to himself as Ziva passed out in his arms. He looked around frantically for Lawson. He didn't want to just up and leave the lesson without an explanation. Especially since he had gotten on Lawson's nerves earlier. "Professor Lawson!" He said loud enough so that Lawson could hear him over all of the chatter in the room.