Goretober

He didn't remember where he was, how he got there, or why he could see a black bruise blossoming across the side of his face in the reflection of the shiny, clean, linoleum floor. All he remembered was how his heart felt like it was going to crack open his rib cage so it could escape, how his hands scratched at the the floor as if it was the sole thing grounding him.

All he knew, in that moment, was that he was very, very scared.

{This whole thing is a TW}