Caskett: Their Home

Chapter 3: I Remember

KATE'S P.O.V everything around me was dark and I couldn't see anything, but then again, did I want to see. I heard voices, foreign voices. Then I could see. I saw myself. I was out of my body, this is one of those out of body experiences like in those movies? I thought. This is what's happening to me. I stared in disgust at my body, it lay there still. On the operating table where the doctors worked furiously trying no to save me life. I wanted them to stop. I wanted them to stop, because, then, only, would I be free. But only one thing was holding me back from letting go. Castle.

I realized I could move around the room so I did. I flew past the doctors and entered out into the hallway. Did Rick really care that I was here. Was he here? I'll look, and if not then I'll let go, I'll leave this world. But what if he is, would that really change anything? Would it? I hope it will. I looked down the many eccentric hallways and found the waiting room. I looked around the many faces which had agony on them and searched for him. Then I found him. Sitting in a chair his head in his hands. He looked up and his face killed me. Tears were cascading from his eyes and his cheeks were bright red in pain, maybe for me. He looked down and his feet and went into the bathroom. I followed him in and saw him look at himself in the mirror. It must've have disgusted him, his reflection, because he punched the mirror, the glass shards flying in all directions. He then was brought back and left the restroom, and answered a ringing phone.

"Castle," he began, "No mother, she's not out of surgery yet...it is my-...mother, if I haven't had told her that I loved her then she wouldn't have ever ran out. We would've just gone to the Crime scene. And now she might die because of me, and will always resent me for it...I love her so much...yes, I'll keep you updated...goodbye mother." He the. Hung up the phone and stared at his red and bloody knuckles. He looked up at the ceiling when I could here him talking. It was out loud, but it was to his thoughts, himself...to me, he said,

Kate if you can here this just no that I love you and I'm sorry. I hate myself for what I did to you. It's all my fault and your gonna hate me. I really hope you live, because I want to tell you that I'll leave, once you're healed. I, only hurting you which the last thing that I want to do. I can't control myself when I'm around you, Kate, you're like my drug. And I love you, but then again I could just be thinking to myself.

He was crying to no end. I had to get back again, I had to let him know that I love him. I had to wake up. I needed to get back to my body. I went back the same way I came but stopped when I heard Rick talking to someone. I went back and listened.

"Despite our best efforts, Mr. Castle, we could not same, Miss Beckett,

What are they taking about? I'm right here.

"We're very sorry, but she passed at 17:47 pm."

I'm alive, I need to get to my body I haven't given up, not yet.

I hurried up and got back to the room where I was previously in. I saw my body there limp, flatlined, and covered up. I needed to get back in. Did really want to? Yes, Rick.

- - -

I shot up, and threw the sheet away from my head. I immediately grew sore. I screamed in pain and laid back down. My whole body hurt. But it was worth it, because I had Rick. A nurse came rushing in and was shocked to see me alive. She called in the Doctor and other nurses who stuck needles and fluids in my arm, and were checking the stitches on my neck, leg, forehead, and stomach. I was in immense pain and couldn't move. Soon I was high on morphine and my eyes were getting heavy. I was then stabilized and passing out on a steady beep. But the last thing I saw was Rick running into the room, out of breathe.

- - -

I began to hear the same steady beeping that I previously fell asleep too. I fluttered open my eyelids and glanced around the room. I felt pain shoot through my ribs, and a monstrous burn run its course in the veins of my neck. I groaned under my breathe trying to clear my vision. It was only then that I noticed the sleeping figure whose head was on my bedside.
Please be Castle I thought repeatedly. I let out a slight cough and saw a head fly up.

"Kate," it said, "I'm so glad you're awake." Rick finished getting up to retrieve a doctor.  In no time the doctor walked in.

"Hello Katherine-"

"Kate." I urged.

"Kate, I'm Dr. Torres, how are you feeling?"

"For a person whose been hit by a car, rather well."

"You have 3 broken ribs, two on the left and one on the right, along with a sprained wrist and ankle. When you were hit and artery in your neck was popped, and we were lucky to restore it and patch it up. But refrain from turning your neck to fast or to far."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. Finished up with a mild concussion."

"Can't leave the buffet without the dessert."

"I'll have some nurse bring you your pills."

I gave her a simple nod and she left. Now it was just me and Rick. I had a minimum of five minutes before the nurse came in with pills. Castle grabbed a hold of my hands and spoke.

"I was so worried, I thought you- well when the doctors-" he stammered becoming emotional.

"It's ok, I know." I said, removing one hand from his grip, only to place it under his chin and direct him to look at me. His crystal blue eyes were covered with fear. It was time to tell him how I really felt. But then again, I would have to open up to him and tell him everything. Was I really willing to do that?

"Castle, listen to me," I began, taking in a deep breath, "I'm- I mean- you- us-"

"You don't think it'll work, do you?"

"I don't know what to think. But, I when j tell you this you have to promise to stay with me, you have to promise-"

"You're scaring me."

I needed to tell him that I remembered. If we got together and I didn't tell him I would probably never tell him. And if and when he found out he would leave me for not telling him previously. It was now if never. But would it really be the worst thug if he ever found out? Eventually the guilt would kill me and I
would tell him and he would leave me, so either way I would lose him, and that was the exact opposite thing I wanted to do.

"I remember, I remember all of it."

A sort of cliffhanger I guess 👏🏼💖
   - K