Going to the park always gave Rick Castle a chance to think while he watched Alexis play. The first times he would come with her, he didn't part from her not for a second, not wanting to miss the any of the fun- and maybe to keep an eye on her too-. However, recently she had started to demand more independence, stating it was silly for her to play with other kids if her father was following her too. It was a bittersweet feeling for him, admiring his kid,but also knowing the little things that marked her baby as such would soon be a part of the past. His baby was growing older, and he'd try to hold on to the little moments as if his life depended on it. And in some ways it did. Escaping from the single mothers that always seemed …show more content…
It's not ready. She's not ready. Detective Beckett. He's not sure if he will ever understand that woman. Even if she's so reserved, he detects things about her, specially by watching -not staring- her while she works. There's something almost magnetic about her, he's intrigued. He's a mystery writer, and intrigued is a force that pulls him. Which is why he's begun to pay close- closer- attention to her as a cop, like source of inspiration And the repercussions of that choice terrifies and exhilarates him. A wail cut his reveries short, he snapped his view towards his little read head, noticing she was on the ground. His fatherly instinct had him running towards Alexis in record speed. "What happened sweetheart?" He asked though he could see she had scraped her elbow. Thankfully it wasn't anything major. "I.. I fell" Alexis cried. The pain clear in her watery eyes, she showed him her injured elbow. Nothing serious, maybe a band aid and an extra scoop of ice cream will do the trick. "I see. It's ok baby, you're just fine." Rick tried to soothed her. "It hurts" "I know, I'm sorry." He kneeled in front of her, grabbed her arm and place a gentle kiss below the scrape "There, better?" "No" Alexis said stubbornly. "Oh" he gasped in mock horror. "It appears my magical powers have been drained, maybe we should go home. Will you come with me, m'lady?" he asked, standing up and extending his arm for her daughter to take.
I attempted to wiggle my fingers, the pain throbbed worse than before. "No it hurts." I whined, the pain brought tears to my eyes. My hand was swollen and badly bruised.
“I think i have a several broken bones, how about you guys?” murmured Nicholas, as he moves slowly to see if he can still
“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.
"It's okay, will put you on antibiotics, until your wounds fully heal, okay?" My aunt asks him.
"Are you okay?" she worried, walking over to Braeden and checking for visible signs of injury. She had just gotten close enough to reach out to braeden, when she suddenly had the girl wrapping her arms around her, resting her chin on Allison's shoulder. Allison panicked for a moment, before wrapping her arms around the wet girl and smiling.
"Yeah," Victoria mumbled, turning the corner, "But now that the adrenaline has faded away it's starting to hurt." She looked like she was in pain. Her face was consorted in pain, her eyebrows pinched together as she bit her bottom lip as she held her injured arm.
“You don’t look fine,” Booker commented softly, his eyes filling with concern. “So how ‘bout letting me have a look?”
In the weeks he was attending the precinct, he took pride in the knowledge that he was never actually late (first day notwithstanding). However, now that he was more than 2 hours late, he idly wondered if it was pointless to even show up at all. Walking the few blocks from the coffee shop to the precinct (he thought he could bribe the detective with coffee), he marveled at the fact that he could actually go a precinct. Regardless of the reasons that brought him there, he liked it, and he really wanted more than the weeks he had to serve doing paperwork (however, if he could do it sans the paperwork, that would be even better).
“I’m good, I’m great!” She smiled up at him; she found his other hand resting on her shoulder.
“It’ll be okay, ‘zil. I promise,” he whispered, trying to sound reassuring. She shuddered slightly, but otherwise remained still.
A jolt of pain shot through Avi’s leg as Meg’s slight frame crashed into Avi’s sore body, making her grunt, and glance down at her leg, only then realizing that a rough looking bandage was tied around her calf. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Meg gasped, pulling away. “Are you okay?” She looked down at Avi’s leg.
“I don't know what happened. One minute we are enjoying each others company. Than the next thing I know she starts to clench at her chest, hunched over in pain. I didn't mean to hurt her, if I did.”
“Are you alright?” Cas asked after a few moments, turning to look at her with soft and concerned eyes. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Lindara slid off the table and adjusted her dress. “That’s fine. Thank you for helping me. I knew it wasn’t a major injury, but I thought it best to have you look at it.”
“No need, its all done, we’ll be collecting your stuff now and have it up here in no time. Also I will personally talk to your father.”