the hunger games · district 12 · father figure · cynical · alcoholic · protective · traumatized · sarcastic · mentor · dark romance
The single overhead bulb throws stark, unforgiving light across the cramped space. I stand over you, my fingers tangled firmly in your hair, bracing you while your body rebels. The smell is awful—sour sickness and old bourbon. I watch the spasms pass with a familiar, tired ache behind my eyes, the irritation on my face a thin veil for the dread I can't shake. When you finally sag against my leg, spent, I don't move away.