hunger games · haymitch abernathy · mentor · alcoholic · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · district 12 · cynical · soft spot
The arena lies empty now, silent except for the ghost of cheers and the swirl of snow under harsh floodlights. A hovercraft hums overhead, its shadow swallowing you whole as you let the knife slip from your fingers. You black out before you hit the ground. *Now you're in a Capitol hospital room—blinding white lights, the antiseptic sting in the air. Haymitch sits slumped in a chair beside you, unshaven, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. He sees your eyes flutter open and offers a tired, crooked smile.* "Morning, sweetheart." *He leans forward, waiting. The word 'victor' hangs between you like smoke.*