Marta was so trapped in her mind she didn't know anything going on around her. All she could see in her mind was the blood coming from Ezra's mouth. It shook her to the core, it would be an image she would never forget. And the fact that she couldn't be by his side was testing her limit of sanity. She didn't care anymore if Ezra didn't want to her near him, she just wanted to hold her hand. She felt a body sit down next to her, and she glanced up, her mind barely registering that it was Jeremiah. He heard his words, but didn't fully process them. All she heard was low profile. How could she keep a low profile when she was ready to crawl from her skin and scream until she got what she wanted.

But she managed, she just sat there, doing her best to keep her shaking to a minimum, but every time a doctor walked out from behind the doors she wasn't allowed past, she felt her heart racing and waited to see if they would come talk to her. But they never did. She would sink deeper into her chair each time it happened. 

Marta was completely unaware of what Jeremiah was doing or the two men only a few feet away from her talking about her. It was probably for the best, because if she did, who knows what her actions would have been. Would she jump up and confess to her true identity? Would she try and run? Would she ignore the rules and race back and try and find Ezra, only to get kicked out and never be able to see them? They would never know and that is why it was for the best.

Suddenly she saw a doctor walking towards her, she sat up, her nerves racing. She hadn't noticed that the doctor was just talking to Jeremiah, so she thought he was coming over to tell her news about Ezra. But when he handed her a piece of paper, she gave him a piece of paper and left without a word. Marta confused, discretely unfolded the paper and read it. Marta went pale white, all the blood rushing from her face. She felt Jeremiah sit down next to her. Marta felt her hands shaking, the paper making a crinkling noise in her hand. But Marta took a deep breath; she had to remain calm and not draw any attention to herself. It took all her strength left not to look over at the gestapo. If they did it could arouse suspicion. 

She looked up, keeping her eyes only on Jeremiah. She nodded her head, letting him know she understood what was happening now. It was more important than ever that she found out what was wrong with Ezra and get him out of here as soon as possible. She just prayed it wasn't too late and only she would be leaving the hospital. She shook that thought from her head, [i]He will make it [/i]. She saw a nurse come over to her and ask if she was Ezra's cousin.

She nodded her head, sitting up and doing her best to act normal, "Yes I am Kiva. Do you know how my cousin is doing?"

"He had to go into emergency surgery. He was experiencing internal bleeding from his ribs puncturing his organs. We will let you know as soon as he is out of surgery."

Marta felt nauseous. Ezra was in such a frail state and Marta felt tears form in her eyes. He did too much... between their intimacy last night, and holding her back physical this morning and the traveling to Jeremiah's, it was too much for his body. Marta lowered her head, her hands burying themselves in her hair. She started saying every prayer she could think of, Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, whatever. Ezra had to come out of this alive, he just had to.