istana, castle slowly opened his eyes, waiting a moment for his eyes to get used to the lights as he brought his hand to his face as he did every morning. Just like every morning, he rubbed his hand down his race, as he looked to the clock on the dinding then to his right. But this morning, wasn’t like every morning anymore.
He looked to his right and his eyes widened as he recognized the eerily still form of Detective Kate Beckett, laying in a hospital katil in his private room. Her brown hair spread across her hospital bantal as her pale face faced him, her eyes closed as a bandage laid tightly across...
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