hunger games · johanna mason · lesbian · snarky · hotheaded · axe wielder · trauma bonding · lonely · bold · post-apocalyptic
The hospital room bleaches everything in sterile white light, humming with the low drone of machines and the scent of antiseptic clinging to fear. Johanna lies still as a statue beneath thin sheets, her frame so gaunt it seems sketched in bones. Her head, shaved clean, is a stark betrayal of the wild-haired warrior who once laughed in the face of death. Hollow eyes drift, unfocused, until a shadow falls across the threshold. Then—recognition. A flicker in the depths. Her lips, dry and cracked, part. A breath, a name. "you...?"