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 ( Read more... )

Happy New Year! Let's get things going with a new prompt, shall we ( Read more... )