Hospital. McNulty's finally worked up the nerve to visit Kima, only unfortunately for him, he's chosen a time to do so when Cheryl's already there. Cheryl manages to smile at McNulty a little as he enters and tells Kima he heard she's not much of an eyeball witness: "Bad as any civilian." Kima says she guesses so, and painfully clears her throat: "Where we at?" "With what?" asks McNulty. "With the case, fool," she tells him hoarsely. McNulty tries to put Kima off, telling her to give it a rest, but it's already too late: Cheryl's bitchface locks into position and she withdraws her hand from Kima's side. Kima asks McNulty what's on the wire, and McNulty hesitates a moment, looking at Cheryl, so Kima has to prod him again before he admits, "Wire's dead. They changed up after we hit them with raids. Daniels didn't tell you?" Kima says that he only tells her about "the good shit," like how the cops were getting close to her shooters. Cheryl glares at the floor, pursing her lips and shaking her head. McNulty tells Kima that they managed to flip D'Angelo, and that they've started talking to the feds, which is when Cheryl decides that she's had quite enough of this law enforcement and stomps out with a "Fuck y'all" for her ailing partner and the confused white boy who looks like he wishes someone would shoot him in the throat just on the off-chance that it might redeem him somehow. Shut up, Cheryl. Once she's gone, McNulty's like, "Guh?" Kima explains that Cheryl wants her to quit. McNulty frowns, and the conversation's realignment from The Case to Kima, as a person, turns him back into the scared little boy we saw at the crime scene. "Says ain't nothing worth this," Kima adds, of Cheryl. "So I promised her I'd think about it." She turns her half-lidded eyes to McNulty: "What do you say?" He shrugs, coming around closer to the bed, saying he guesses she should do what she needs to: "But she's right. It isn't worth it." "No?" says Kima. After a beat, she answers herself: "Yeah. Probably not." McNulty chuckles, and Kima laughs too, though the pain makes her stop herself quickly. She then asks what took him so long to come visit, cracking that he didn't even send any cards or flowers. McNulty, despite her tone, haltingly says that he couldn't come see her: "I felt...A case like this, it's always you or Sydnor or some other black cop who ends up going undercover." Kima blinks, finding no good reason to contradict what is an obvious fact. McNulty, choking up: "I swear, if I could do it over...If I--" "If I could do it over, you know what I'd do?" Kima says, rescuing him. McNulty mutely shakes his head, and Kima tells him: "Put more tape on that fucking gun." She gazes at him calmly -- she clearly doesn't blame him for anything -- but McNulty has too much Catholic guilt to let himself off the hook; crying, he tells her, "I'm sorry, Kima. I'm sorry." Kima's had enough of his McNultian carrying-on, and rolls her eyes: "Since I got you up in here, acting like my bitch and shit, with all your guilty-ass crying and whatnot, maybe you can do something for me." Get her some lip balm?