"Hey." Gerald lifted his head and peered at his visitor. "Kate."
He began to grope for something with his good right hand. Kate hurried over. She grabbed the control for the bed. "Here. Let me." She pressed a button, and the bed moved.
Once Gerald was sitting up, Kate seemed at a loss for what to say. She clasped her hands in front of her and stared at the crisp hospital sheets.
She looked at the man in the bed. He gazed back at her, worry, pain, and an ineffable sadness combining in his usually lively dark eyes.
"It's not your fault." Kate's lips twisted into a smirk, but before she could reply, Gerald continued, "Ducky was right. You didn't know the rules. You didn't know what would happen."
"Gerald, I--" Her throat closed on the words. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "I know."
"I, uh... I brought something for you," she said, digging through her purse. She pulled out a white, rectangular object with wires dangling from it.
"My iPod!" Gerald grinned at the penitent woman. "Thanks, Kate."
"It was the least I could do," she replied softly.
He paused. "You want to know what else you can do for me?"
"What?" She would do anything.
"Get that bastard for me."
She took a deep breath. "Okay."