SPOILER ALERT! (duh…)
AAHHHH SQUEEEELLL SOBB NOOOO SQUEEEEL! O.o I just..still can't comprehend what happened last night…
Disclaimer-would I have spent all day having sudden panic attacks in school all day if I owned this and knew I was in control of what happened…..? ..noo…
Well, here we go I suppose… :)
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A woman in the far corner of the hospital waiting room sat with a box of tissues, silent tears running down her face. Castle vaguely wondered what her story was. The thought, however, was fleeting. He tried desperately to keep a strain of thoughts going…going anywhere other than where they all seemed to be going instead. But, of course, once again the image of Kate's wide, terrified eyes, as she slipped into unconsciousness in his arms, assaulted his mind. A shudder wracked his body, and he once again felt the prickling in his eyes. A quick glance at the rest of the group assured him that he wasn't alone. Lanie sat curled into Esposito's side, head hidden in neck, as her body trembled. Ryan sat beside them, his head in his hands. Jim Beckett was on the far end of the room, leaning against the wall and staring blankly out into space.
Meanwhile, a team of doctors had just finished working feverishly on Kate Beckett's unmoving body. Red stained towels were heaped in a pile on the supply tray. The doctors, with a sigh, retreated from the room, peeling their gloves from their hands, and wiping the sweat from their foreheads. The head doctor stepped from the room, rounding the corner with the intentions of letting the already distraught group in on the news. Just before he exited the doors leading to the door, however, a steady hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Three men stood in front of him, serious-almost morbid-expressions gracing their faces. They led him into an unoccupied room, where they proceeded to lock doors, cover windows, and check over all possible places for a security camera to be hidden.
"May I ask what this is about?" The doctor asked them, suspicion, laced his curiosity, in his voice.
"You are the doctor of Detective Beckett?" One of the men asked. When the doctor confirmed it, he continued "Is she still alive?"
"That is confidential information, and I'm afraid I cannot-" He was cut short by a flash of a badge. Seeing the FBI emblem on it, the doctor barely caught the man's statement,
"I don't think confidentiality will be an issue."
The doctor nodded, then, after clearing his throat, said, "At the moment, she is. Although in critical condition, we believe that with her good health, she'll pull through and make a full recovery." The doctor gave them a questioning look, "Is there something we need to be worried about?"
"There should be no immediate danger, but we need to act quickly,"
"Detective Beckett's life could be in danger. The only way we can ensure her safety is to convince any of her friends and family out in the waiting room right now that she didn't pull through."
"We can't do that," The doctor told them with a shake of his head, "Not only is it against policy, but it's horribly morally absurd."
"That may be true," The mysterious man stated, "But as of now, it's a matter of life or death. And, if you don't mind, you need to tell the group now. The sooner the news can be spread, the better." With that, all three men swept out the room, leaving the doctor thoroughly confused.
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"How is she?" Castle asked, almost the moment the doctor was out the door. Jim walked across the room, somewhat shakily, to hear the news. Both Ryan and Castle got to their feet. Lanie turned from Esposito, but still stayed close to his side.
"I'm extremely sorry to say that between the blood loss and the damage done by the placement of the bullet, Detective Beckett didn't make it."
Lanie let out a sob while Esposito held her. Jim fell limply into the chair under him. Ryan turned from the doctor and went to the back of the room where he braced himself with the wall. Castle, wordlessly, swept from the room. Once in the hallway hidden from his friends, he collapsed to the floor, leaning back against the wall and dropping his head into his hands.
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Through the walls, invisible to the grieving group, 3 men wheeled the hospital bed holding the unconscious Kate Beckett from her operating room. Her IV's had been momentarily unplugged, a thin white sheet drawn over her face, as the men wheeled her down the elevator. To those uninformed, it would appear that it was only a body being taken to the morgue. In reality, the men were wheeling her to their waiting van in the parking garage, as equipped as any ambulance would be. There, she was reattached to her supports, and taken away. Unaware that everyone she cared about was currently being let in on the news that she had just passed.
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Soo…this is somewhat short. Sorry. :) But, I have habits of updating quickly..so NO FEARS! ..unless I get ungodly amounts of homework..or something. Let's expect an update tomorrow, or Thursday at the latest.
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