Nursing Him Back to Health

Beckett quickly called for an ambulance, but decided it would be faster to take Castle to her apartment instead of waiting for the paramedics to arrive. She carefully maneuvered him into her car, making sure he was comfortable and secure. As she drove, Castle remained unconscious, his body limp and lifeless. When they arrived at Beckett's apartment, she helped Castle out of the car and into the house. She laid him down on the couch, concern etched on her face. She quickly grabbed a blanket and covered him up, then went to get a glass of water. As Castle stirred, Beckett was by his side, holding the glass to his lips. "Drink, Castle," she said softly. "You need to hydrate." Castle slowly opened his eyes, taking a moment to register where he was and who was taking care of him. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible. Beckett helped him take a sip of water, then sat back to study him. "You look terrible," she said, trying to joke. Castle managed a weak smile, then closed his eyes, exhausted. Beckett gently stroked his hair, feeling a pang of worry. She had never seen him so vulnerable before. As the night wore on, Beckett took care of Castle, bringing him water, soup, and medication. She sat by his side, watching him sleep, and wondering what had caused him to get so sick. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for pushing him so hard that day. The next morning, Castle woke up feeling a little better, but still weak. Beckett was sitting next to him, sipping coffee and reading her phone. She looked up and smiled when she saw him stirring. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said. Castle tried to smile back, but it was a pathetic attempt. Beckett laughed and handed him a cup of tea. "Drink this," she said. "It's good for you." As Castle sipped the tea, Beckett started to clean up the apartment, making sure everything was tidy and organized. Castle watched her, feeling grateful for her care and concern. Over the next few days, Beckett nursed Castle back to health, feeding him, bathing him, and medicating him. She was a natural caregiver, and Castle found himself relaxing into her care. He realized that he had taken her for granted, assuming she would always be there to bail him out. As he slowly regained his strength, Castle started to appreciate Beckett in a new way. He saw her as more than just a partner, but as a person who cared deeply for him. He felt a flutter in his chest, and wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was starting to fall for her. But for now, Castle was just grateful to be alive, and to have Beckett by his side to take care of him. He smiled weakly at her, and she smiled back, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Beckett," he said, his voice still rough. Beckett smiled and leaned in, her face inches from his. "Anytime, Castle," she whispered.