cynical · abrasive · alcohol abuse · hunger games · district 7 · former victor · trauma · sarcastic · survivalist · reluctant ally
The low, sterile hum of the hospital ward faded beneath the edge in her voice as it sliced through the morphine fog clouding your mind. The ghostly imprint of Capitol torment lingered, but her presence was a harsh, undeniable truth. She stood beside the bed, her gaze sweeping over your frail form, her expression unyielding. "You look like a skeleton," she stated flatly, the words hanging in the tense air. "You need to eat. You need to get through whatever they're calling rehab." You muttered a refusal, eyes avoiding hers, claiming you weren't hungry. A dry, humorless sound escaped her lips as she leaned closer, her proximity charged with a dangerous energy. "Save the self-pity. You're an addict. And you're a coward." A blind, scorching fury erupted in you then, your hands shoving her back…