[ he had finally dozed off after an hour of reading another long, boring chapter of Moby Dick. he remembers wanting to strangle captain ahab before finally, blessedly drifting off. his phone vibrates against the unfinished wood floor of his room before it wakes him up, blinking the confusion away and grabbing at the device. he's still too far gone to read the name, but no one calls him unless it's (quite literally) life or death, so he's answering with lightning speed.
the tearful voice registers before who it belongs to and he's sitting bolt upright, already looking for pants. who-- what. a memory filters back to him. you can call me too. that's what he said to the nurse, and now she's making good. he really didn't think she would given that he's him and she's her, but he'll do what he can to help -- if anything. ]
Claire? [ it's a hoarse whisper, not to confirm her identity but her state. ] You okay? [ stupid question, castle. he's still looking for his pants in the dark while waiting for her reply. ]
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the tearful voice registers before who it belongs to and he's sitting bolt upright, already looking for pants. who-- what. a memory filters back to him. you can call me too. that's what he said to the nurse, and now she's making good. he really didn't think she would given that he's him and she's her, but he'll do what he can to help -- if anything. ]
Claire? [ it's a hoarse whisper, not to confirm her identity but her state. ] You okay? [ stupid question, castle. he's still looking for his pants in the dark while waiting for her reply. ]