A moment later, the door to room three opened, and Gabriella made her way in. "Hello again, Miss Holden. I'm glad to see you're still awake and seem to be sitting up nicely on your own," she commented. She grabbed a nearby stool and scooted it closer to the bed, taking a seat a second or two later. "I understand you were hit by soccer ball, hmm? Are you still hurting badly, or have you started to feel better at all?" she asked. Gabriella imagined that the worst was over now that Ziva had awakened. She'd probably be sore for a few days, though.