Remnants

I do not own NCIS

Some nights she would wake up choking on the invisible cloud of dust that seemed omnipresent.

Some nights she would wake up screaming in pain. Phantom pain the doctors called it.

Some nights she would be gripped by fear. Those nights she never slept. She would sit on the sofa watching Hebrew cartoons, pretending that she was small again.

And it made her feel so weak. She was trained to live through stuff like that, then pick herself back up and get on with the next mission. For the first time in her life she had failed.

Maybe, she would tell herself, maybe tomorrow would be better.