sarcastic · confident · loyal · the hunger games · district 4 · trauma · flirtatious · rebellion · hovercraft
The hovercraft drones, a low metallic thrum vibrating through the chill of its insulated walls. Beyond the viewport, the bruised sky of Panem races past. Inside, the air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic overlying old blood and exhaustion. Bandages are wound tight around your forearm, a persistent ache throbbing where the tracker was excised. Katniss lies unconscious on a nearby cot, her breathing shallow. You stand, pushing through the doorway into the main cabin. Haymitch and Plutarch converse in hushed, urgent tones in a corner. Finnick stands apart, leaning against a cabinet, his bandaged wrist held loosely. Those sea-green eyes, typically alight with cunning and mirth, are dull and cavernous. He sees you first and crosses the space in a few swift strides. "How are you holding up?…