“Dad!” “Richard!” Martha and Alexis squealed as they rushed to the front of the loft as the door swung open to toon kasteel leaning heavily on a hunched over Beckett. They helped Beckett bring kasteel carefully to his bedroom to place him on his bed. kasteel winced and moaned from deep in his chest as his arm was juggled around between the ladies.
“What on earth happened Richard?” Martha zei exasperatedly, as she watched Beckett carefully remove his jacket. She saw the twitch of her son’s eye in pain every time Beckett touched his arm.
“I--” Beckett started but, once again, kasteel interrupted before she could tell the truth.
“Bad case. The bad guy and I had a tussle. u think this is bad, he’s the one that lost!” kasteel zei with a triumphant grin on his face.
Beckett looked at him in confusion as she removed his jacket, his eyes meeting hers, before flickering back to the other women behind her. Alexis shook her head and smiled at him in relief and mock annoyance at his triumphant reaction to the fight. Martha shook her head, completely over-dramatic, and rolled her eyes as she turned to leave the room, bidding goodnight.
“Will u be alright?” Alexis asked, only after she yawned as it was 2 in the morning.
“Yea! Nothing your old man can’t handle,” kasteel said, biting back a scream as his broken ribs were jolted around as his good arm was taken out of his jas sleeve.
“Well, I’m going to bed. Night Dad, I love you,” Alexis zei as she gave off another yawn. She turned around, closed the door, and left the two adults alone.
Once kasteel was sure no one was close to the room, he let out a groan that rumbled deep from his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Beckett asked immediately in concern as she saw his head loll back and his eyes squeeze tightly shut. She now noticed the film of sweat covering his skin.
kasteel responded door shaking his head and sharply ripping off the sleeve covering his broken arm. He then, beckoned Beckett to help him remove his sweat covered t-shirt. She removed it, running his fingertips along his skin, unintentionally, as she did.
She gasped at the angry purple and black skin peeping out from under the tight wraps around his ribs. She gently palpated the area and retracted quickly as she felt the hotness of it and heard the hiss coming from in-between Castle’s clenched teeth.
“Oh my god, Castle,” she whispered, woeful, as her eyes traced the angry bruises.
She heard no response from Castle. No groan, no flinch, of anything as she gently touched the bruises once again, so she looked up to him. She gasped as she instantly was grasped in door two bloodshot, watery, and vibrant blue eyes.
“Sorry,” kasteel croaked simply after a minuut of staring into her eyes.
“Sorry?? You’re sorry?? I should be the one apologizing! I’m the one who hur--” Beckett rambled, guiltily as she looked back down to his injuries.
“Kate,” kasteel interrupted. He rarely used her first name, so it definitely caught her attention, quickly halting her continuous rambling. “Stop.”
She tilted her head and her mouth stilled in an “o” shape as she looked at him in confusion.
“Stop saying sorry. Stop feeling guilty. I told u to hit me, so u did. Nothing to be sorry about. Okay?” kasteel spoke deadly serious, as he looked at his wrapped torso and arm.
He was welcomed with silence and he looked up, to only be surprised with....no one there.
Somewhere in the small speech, she had left. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he shouldn’t have been surprised and slowly scooted himself back on his bed. He slowly reached his right arm over to his riem and unhooked it and pulled it off, wincing as his ribs moved with every step.
About 15 minuten later, he managed to strip himself of all clothing, now only in his boxers, laying somewhat comfortably in his bed. He stacked up two pillows for his leg and two hoofdkussen, kussen for his arm, keeping his limbs elevated as Lanie had told him.
He tried to fall asleep, but failed miserably. It was now 5 in the morning and he never slipped down into unconsciousness. He also hadn’t seen any sign of Beckett, which bothered him. Why would she leave?
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“Beep....Beep....Beep.....”
That was the sound he heard as he woke up to blinding florescent white lights. This definitely wasn’t his room. He couldn’t verplaats his body, but he could feel the searing pain in his chest. Suddenly, Josh popped into his view. The very Josh that was Beckett's ex-boyfriend. The Cardiac Surgeon-- Josh.
“Welcome back, Castle,” Josh zei with the up most professionalism, “You gave us a scare there.”
kasteel attempted to open his mouth, only now realizing he had a tube in there. He had the urge to cough violently.
“We should get that tube out of there,” Josh zei as he reached over to Castles mouth and got a grip onto the tube. “Now cough, please.”
kasteel coughed and felt the offending tube being pulled out of his throat. Even after the tube was removed, he continued to cough, feeling as though he was choking on his own tongue.
A cup of water was brought quickly to his lips as he heard the room’s door slowly slide open. He drank the water, thankfully, and then dropped his head back on the hoofdkussen, kussen with his eyes closed.
kasteel heard the doctor write something in the chart and heard the quiet patter of his footsteps as he walked to the doorway, whispering something that kasteel couldn’t quite grasp, and left. kasteel reached up, with his eyes still closed, and felt his face, feeling stubble that was at least 3 days worth.
His eyes opened as he heard the room door finally close shut and he slowly turned his head to the door. None other than Kate Beckett was standing at the door. But what surprised him the most was that she was dressed in his blue button up overhemd, shirt and a pair of shorts he hadn’t seen before. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few stranded hairs tracing her delicate jaw line. Her once lively eyes were red and puffy, indicating that she had been crying recently.
She didn’t verplaats from her position, nor him from his. u could hear a pin drop in the silence that took place between the two. Finally, after a long moment, one of them spoke.
“Hi.”
“What on earth happened Richard?” Martha zei exasperatedly, as she watched Beckett carefully remove his jacket. She saw the twitch of her son’s eye in pain every time Beckett touched his arm.
“I--” Beckett started but, once again, kasteel interrupted before she could tell the truth.
“Bad case. The bad guy and I had a tussle. u think this is bad, he’s the one that lost!” kasteel zei with a triumphant grin on his face.
Beckett looked at him in confusion as she removed his jacket, his eyes meeting hers, before flickering back to the other women behind her. Alexis shook her head and smiled at him in relief and mock annoyance at his triumphant reaction to the fight. Martha shook her head, completely over-dramatic, and rolled her eyes as she turned to leave the room, bidding goodnight.
“Will u be alright?” Alexis asked, only after she yawned as it was 2 in the morning.
“Yea! Nothing your old man can’t handle,” kasteel said, biting back a scream as his broken ribs were jolted around as his good arm was taken out of his jas sleeve.
“Well, I’m going to bed. Night Dad, I love you,” Alexis zei as she gave off another yawn. She turned around, closed the door, and left the two adults alone.
Once kasteel was sure no one was close to the room, he let out a groan that rumbled deep from his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Beckett asked immediately in concern as she saw his head loll back and his eyes squeeze tightly shut. She now noticed the film of sweat covering his skin.
kasteel responded door shaking his head and sharply ripping off the sleeve covering his broken arm. He then, beckoned Beckett to help him remove his sweat covered t-shirt. She removed it, running his fingertips along his skin, unintentionally, as she did.
She gasped at the angry purple and black skin peeping out from under the tight wraps around his ribs. She gently palpated the area and retracted quickly as she felt the hotness of it and heard the hiss coming from in-between Castle’s clenched teeth.
“Oh my god, Castle,” she whispered, woeful, as her eyes traced the angry bruises.
She heard no response from Castle. No groan, no flinch, of anything as she gently touched the bruises once again, so she looked up to him. She gasped as she instantly was grasped in door two bloodshot, watery, and vibrant blue eyes.
“Sorry,” kasteel croaked simply after a minuut of staring into her eyes.
“Sorry?? You’re sorry?? I should be the one apologizing! I’m the one who hur--” Beckett rambled, guiltily as she looked back down to his injuries.
“Kate,” kasteel interrupted. He rarely used her first name, so it definitely caught her attention, quickly halting her continuous rambling. “Stop.”
She tilted her head and her mouth stilled in an “o” shape as she looked at him in confusion.
“Stop saying sorry. Stop feeling guilty. I told u to hit me, so u did. Nothing to be sorry about. Okay?” kasteel spoke deadly serious, as he looked at his wrapped torso and arm.
He was welcomed with silence and he looked up, to only be surprised with....no one there.
Somewhere in the small speech, she had left. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he shouldn’t have been surprised and slowly scooted himself back on his bed. He slowly reached his right arm over to his riem and unhooked it and pulled it off, wincing as his ribs moved with every step.
About 15 minuten later, he managed to strip himself of all clothing, now only in his boxers, laying somewhat comfortably in his bed. He stacked up two pillows for his leg and two hoofdkussen, kussen for his arm, keeping his limbs elevated as Lanie had told him.
He tried to fall asleep, but failed miserably. It was now 5 in the morning and he never slipped down into unconsciousness. He also hadn’t seen any sign of Beckett, which bothered him. Why would she leave?
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“Beep....Beep....Beep.....”
That was the sound he heard as he woke up to blinding florescent white lights. This definitely wasn’t his room. He couldn’t verplaats his body, but he could feel the searing pain in his chest. Suddenly, Josh popped into his view. The very Josh that was Beckett's ex-boyfriend. The Cardiac Surgeon-- Josh.
“Welcome back, Castle,” Josh zei with the up most professionalism, “You gave us a scare there.”
kasteel attempted to open his mouth, only now realizing he had a tube in there. He had the urge to cough violently.
“We should get that tube out of there,” Josh zei as he reached over to Castles mouth and got a grip onto the tube. “Now cough, please.”
kasteel coughed and felt the offending tube being pulled out of his throat. Even after the tube was removed, he continued to cough, feeling as though he was choking on his own tongue.
A cup of water was brought quickly to his lips as he heard the room’s door slowly slide open. He drank the water, thankfully, and then dropped his head back on the hoofdkussen, kussen with his eyes closed.
kasteel heard the doctor write something in the chart and heard the quiet patter of his footsteps as he walked to the doorway, whispering something that kasteel couldn’t quite grasp, and left. kasteel reached up, with his eyes still closed, and felt his face, feeling stubble that was at least 3 days worth.
His eyes opened as he heard the room door finally close shut and he slowly turned his head to the door. None other than Kate Beckett was standing at the door. But what surprised him the most was that she was dressed in his blue button up overhemd, shirt and a pair of shorts he hadn’t seen before. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few stranded hairs tracing her delicate jaw line. Her once lively eyes were red and puffy, indicating that she had been crying recently.
She didn’t verplaats from her position, nor him from his. u could hear a pin drop in the silence that took place between the two. Finally, after a long moment, one of them spoke.
“Hi.”
