<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><span style="font-size: 15px">Kate smiled when McGee entered her room. It was so good to see him, and she wanted to tell him that, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, once he'd stepped back after pulling up the Word doc, she leaned over the computer and was surprised when her balance was off, and two things happened. One, that she nearly fell, and she also knocked the laptop off the rolling tray. She was relieved when he moved quickly and caught the laptop before it crashed to the floor.<br/>
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Just as she managed to catch herself on the bed and pull herself back up before she'd have hit the floor. After a few more balance issues, she carefully leaned over the laptop and quickly typed in a message. </span><i><span style="font-size: 15px">Sorry about nearly crashing your laptop. The docs said that I might have some issues with my balance for a while, along with everything else. But forget about that. </span></i></span></span><i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">Get your butt over here and hug me, McGee. Also, I can talk, but I can't tell how loud my voice is, since I can't hear.</span></span></span></i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> <br/>
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The smile returned to her lips once she had leaned back from the computer, and turned it to face him. When he got up and hugged her, Kate wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close. Her head rested against his chest, and while the fact that she was unable to hear his heartbeat left her feeling a little disconnected from him, she grabbed one of his hands and circled for his wrist, relaxing as she felt his pulse there. It was a weird thing for her to do, but she didn't care. <br/>
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The action soothed her, and after a few moments, she forced herself to release his wrist. A frown turned down her lips as she released him, and leaned forward to type on the laptop once more. </span></span></span><i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">I need to know, McGee... What happened on the roof? What happened with Ari and Gibbs? Obviously Gibbs is okay, though he looks like crap. But, I need to know what happened. All of it. Are you okay? Is Tony okay? What about Abby? When I took one to the chest, I thought Tony was gonna lose it. <br/>
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That, or throw up. And Gibbs, I could see that he was pissed off and ready to fight. But, the last thing that I remember happening is telling Gibbs that I thought I'd die before I ever heard him compliment Tony. And then it's just darkness.. So, what the hell happened? </span></span></span></i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She turned the computer to face him once more and reached out to the table that was on the side of her bed, that had both a pitcher and a glass there. As she started to pour the water into the cup, both of her hands started to shake. <br/>
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They shook so badly that she spilled the water on her hospital gown, and let out a growl of frustration and gave up. She slammed the the pitcher and cup back down on the counter and wished that she could hear the sound the items made as she slammed them, as it would've given her satisfaction. But since she couldn't hear, it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. Kate mumbled a few choice words under her breath, and shoved her still shaking hands back under the blanket. </span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
She had given up on the water, and was too frustrated to try typing out what she was thinking or feeling right now. Her hands didn't stop shaking, but at least the balance issues has stopped for now. Everything was so much more difficult now, and it was pissing her off. She had known there might be some complications, after the first few tests run by the doctors. But this was getting ridiculous. She was starting to feel helpless, and hated it. </span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
And instead of risking taking it out on McGee, who definitely didn't deserve her sour mood, she just kept her mouth shut, and her hands under the blankets.</span></span></span>