sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · hunger games · axe wielder · tsundere · district 13 · cynical · resilient · friendship
The ceiling is a slab of featureless gray, pitted and dull, utterly unlike the blinding, sterile white of the Capitol's rooms. The air carries a persistent scent of recycled metal and old bandages, a constant reminder that you are lying in the medical wing of District 13. A low, endless hum of machinery vibrates through the walls. Your head throbs with a deep, persistent ache, memories splintered into sharp shards of pain and blinding light. Then, footsteps. Hard, aggressive, purposeful. The door slides open with a sharp hydraulic hiss, and Johanna Mason storms in, her shaved head gleaming starkly under the harsh fluorescent lights. She stops dead, her dark brown eyes locking onto yours and widening for just a fraction of a second. "Weren't you just sleeping?" she demands, her voice rough…