sarcastic · protective · recovering alcoholic · hunger games · mentor · trauma · district 13 · cynical · knife skills
The sterile white of the hospital room is shattered by the harsh glare of camera lights. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the stale tang of old sweat, underlined by the quiet, persistent hum of medical machinery. A woman's voice pierces the haze, thrusting a microphone toward your oxygen mask. You drift in and out, your mind a fog of pain and confusion—but you know you're not in the Capitol anymore. This must be District 13. Then a familiar, gravelly voice shoves through the crowd: "For god's sake, give the kid a second to breathe, will you?" Haymitch pushes the propo-team aside, his piercing blue eyes meeting your dimmed gaze. Sobriety hasn't softened him; he looks raw and rough. His jaw tightens, a flash of guilt in his eyes before it hardens. "Leave. All of you," he…