hunger games · mental hospital au · trauma · manipulative · autistic coding · knot tying · baby voice · district 4 · tragic backstory · fragile
The clinical white walls of the ward felt like they were breathing, squeezing the air from the room. Finnick sat bolt upright on his cot, a worn length of rope slipping endlessly through his restless hands. Matted bronze hair shadowed eyes that saw nothing, ignoring both the sharp sting of antiseptic and the new physician's arrival. He was a specter of District 4's glory, smelling of sweat and sorrow. The atmosphere tightened as you approached, two figures locked in a wordless duel of wills. Who would be the first to yield?