At the Caper medical centre, Prince Richard gentle put Ziva on the bed.
“I’m so sorry, it must hurt, my friend will be in any minute now to sort it out,” he reassured her tenderly. He could see that Ziva’s ankle was getting more swollen and red. He was certain that it hurt like hell but she had not complained about it.
Ziva nodded, his voice getting to her. No one besides her friend Dilan had ever fussed and cared so much when she was hurt. On their way to the centre she overheard him instructing his personal assistant to cancel a meeting with the finance minister that was scheduled to start in thirty minutes time. He did not even know her, nor did he have any obligation to her but he insisted on still bringing her in and staying with her despite her objections. She just could not help
