A Little Piece Of Me.
Post Knockout. Two-shot? Maybe, I haven't decided.
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle nor their characters.
A Beckett/Ryan friendship. They should write about other characters more often. As you may later find out, I am sooo not a doctor.
1: 24 p.m
It was a rather tense atmosphere. It had already been an hour and there was still no news from the doctors. Jim Beckett, Richard Castle, Dr. Lanie Parish, Detective's Ryan and Esposito all anxiously awaiting for some kind of miracle to happen.
"Mr. Beckett?" A voice said from behind them. Dr. Renner, the man in lab coat jumped backwards when 5 people got onto their feet, most of them looking like they were about to pound him if he didn't have some good news.
"Is she okay?" Jim asked, worried. Everyone seemed to have held their breathe.
"Detective Beckett is stable." Everyone gave a sigh of relief."... But, there is another problem."
"What?"
"The bullet has perferated her liver. She needs a transplant."
"I'll do it." Jim said, without a question.
"Well, it's not that simple. You need to get tested first. There is a chance that even a parent won't match."
"Can we all get tested?" Castle asked, his sleeves still a little bloodied up.
"Yes, it is worth a shot."
"But you need to be the same blood type for a transplant right?" Lanie said.
"Yes."
"Damn it... Kate's an A-. I'm a B+." Jim said like for everyone to hear.
"I'm an O-." Castle said, suddenly felling more depressed.
"I'm an A-." Ryan stated. Everyone looked at him.
"Well then, with your consent, you should get tested to see if it fits."
"Of course."
"Not to get anyone's hopes up but there is a chance Detective Ryan's liver won't match and Detective Beckett would need to be on a donors list. So just prepare for the worst."
After getting some blood work and answering a few questions about his health, Ryan waited for the results in a private waiting room. The doctors must have put his tests at the top of the pile because it didn't even take more than an hour for the results to come back.
"So, how did I do?"
"You're a match."
"Okay, how fast can we do this?" He asked anxiously, desperate to do anything.
"First off Detective Ryan, are you sure you want to donate?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I understand if you do not want to do this. It is a lobe of your liver."
"If you're asking if I have doubts, I don't."
"I'm asking if you felt pressured in a room filled with your friends when you told them you had the same blood type. You're planning a wedding am I right? There is a chance of actually dying on the table. And if you do survive, total recovery is months. You might not even get to do more than sit on your wedding day. I could tell the rest that you were not a match and..."
"Live with myself for not giving my friend a chunk of my liver because I want to dance at my wedding? Look, someone has already told me the risks and if I was afraid of dying, I wouldn't have chosen to be a cop." Ryan stated.
"Ok." Renner finally said after a long pause. He knew nothing could stop Ryan.
"Ok. So what do I do know?"
They prepped Ryan for surgery almost immediately. Everyone looked at him like he was a saviour. But when he looked at Jenny, he saw sadness. She had told him she was proud of him for doing this but he knew deep down inside of her, she was devastated. Afraid they would never see each other again. He silently promised her that he was going to stay alive, for her.
As Ryan was being wheeled to the Operation Room, a nurse came out with a smile.
"She's awake but take it easy okay? She might be a little out of it from the pain medication."
They brought him in and he saw Dr. Renner bending over, talking to the woman on the steel bed. Eventhough he was wearing a mask, Ryan could see him smile after Renner noticed him being wheeled in.
"There he is." He heard Renner say to Beckett.
They brought Ryan to the right side of Beckett. He was shocked to see how weak and fragile she looked. It was very unlike her.
"Hey." Ryan said and Beckett slowly turned her head towards him.
"Hey." She could only say, her voice so hoarse, it came out more like a hush. He was glad to see that she was alive.
"How do you feel?"
"Honestly, I can't feel anything. As high as a kite as they say." She whispered. He smiled to see her sense of humour was still intact.
"You don't have to do this you know." She continued.
"Why? Are you afraid of having me inside of you forever?" She gave him the famous Beckett glare, the one she always gave Castle.
"That came out dirtier than I thought." She stiffled a laugh and ended up hurting herself.
"Detectives, are you ready?" Ryan looked at Renner and nodded. He reached out his arm from underneath the covers and held her hand. She squeezed it, like a silent form of a thank you. He squeezed back, Your welcomed.
"Now Kevin, I need you to count backwards from 100." An older doctor said after putting a plastic mask over his mouth.
"100, 99, 9..."
I wrote this is in like 1 hour. So how about you decide? Should I kill off your beloved detectives? MUAHAHAHAH.
Tell me whatcha think.
