HT100 Challenge 329 - Plan - Calculating
As Tobias Beecher lay in the hospital bed, unable to do a damn thing except stare at the ceiling, he cataloged his injuries, visible and invisible. Right arm- broken, left arm- broken, right leg- broken, left leg- broken. Heart- beating, but he wasn't sure how. Eyes- functioning, but he kept seeing Keller's smile projecting onto the bland white ceiling. Stomach- thankfully empty, he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold down any food at the current time and wasn't comfortable with the idea of some volunteer spoon feeding him. Mind- racing, full of questions- how did this happen, why had Keller done this, and, most importantly, what was he going to do about it? Whatever it was, he wanted to handle it personally and he wanted to do it in such a way that it couldn't be traced back to him.
One thing at a time. Nothing could get underway until he got out of this bed. He had plenty of time to plan.
God help them all when he got out.
One thing at a time. Nothing could get underway until he got out of this bed. He had plenty of time to plan.
God help them all when he got out.