Sam sat on the bed in the strange room, swinging his feet absently.  In reality, he was rather too tall, and the bed rather too short for effective leg-swinging, but that didn't stop him.  Every now and again, he would turn to the laptop sitting next to him and give it a curious little poke, wrinkling his nose at the screen; it was clear that he ( Read more... )

Sam laid on his bed, lazily regarding the ceiling.  A faint smile played absently over his lips.  In the background, the radio was fuzzily playing Atomic Rooster, for once entirely devoid of the voices of doctors and nurses or the sound of a heart monitor.  For once, Sam didn't particularly care.  It was a warm evening, the light of the late sun ( Read more... )