“Dad!” “Richard!” Martha and Alexis squealed as they rushed to the front of the loft as the door swung open to show Castle leaning heavily on a hunched over Beckett. They helped Beckett bring Castle carefully to his bedroom to place him on his bed. Castle winced and moaned from deep in his chest as his arm was juggled around between the ladies.
“What on earth happened Richard?” Martha said 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.
The simple word spoken by the speechless author himself was enough to make the once tough detective to break. Her bloodshot emerald eyes began to water as she quickly made her way to him. Her slender arms wrapped themselves around her own waist as she plopped herself in the plastic chair that was by his bed. Beckett sniffled once as her eyes sucked the sight of him in.
He was only wearing boxers underneath the hospital blanket that was wrapped around his midsection. His black and purple chest was wrapped around carefully with an ACE bandage, and around that, he had wires connecting...