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sorry, writing is hard

"How could you do something so stupid?!" Adema exclaims, hitting Rye lightly on the head.

"At least I didn't fall!" Rye groans, Beetee placing an ice pack on her shoulder.

"What happened?" Beetee asks, Wiress silently following him, a copper wire in her hands.

"Nothing. I just pulled my shoulder," she shrugs off.

"She dislocated it!" Adema snaps, hitting her on the shoulder she just dislocated. All Chase can do is scoff, shaking his head as he holds the ice on Rye's arm for her, a silent groan passing her teeth. Her eyes roll back with her head, the ice both making a both hot and cold shiver run through her entire body. She doesn't know if she needs a blanket or to lose the shirt.

"What happened?" Beetee questions again, his voice calm. He sits in the chair across from the couch which the tributes sit on, Wiress standing behind him. She gives a quick glance to Rybbon and Chase before looking at the ceiling, eyeing it curiously.

"It was nothing," Rybbon tries to shrug, her eye twitching when she get a sharp pain in her shoulder.

"I'd still like to know."  Eyeing the older man for a moment, she elbows Chase gently, making him take the ice off her injured shoulder. Looking at the ground for a moment, she lets out a tired sigh, using her good arm to rub her eyes.

"So...um-"

Jumping as high and far as she could Rybbon is able to get both of her hands in the rope, both tightly forming into fists. A soft and tired smile forms on her lips, a heavy breath leaving her lips.

 Her smile leaves her lips shortly though, as one of the screws holding up the rope course groans and shrieks before being pulled partway out from the ceiling. "Oh shit," Rybbon gasps, trying quickly, to move away from it, only for the screw to fall out completely, part of the rope course now hanging vertically. The drop makes Rye's whole body jolt, her left shoulder getting most of the pain. She had problems with it before, due to her landing on it after falling down the stairs. But this pain almost made her let go, and all she can do is let out a sharp breath, closing her eyes so tears don't fall.

 "SHIT! RYBBON!!" she hears Chase exclaim, the fear prominent in his voice. She hears other footsteps, probably guards or other tributes. Forcing her eyes open, Rye looks at the other side of the rope course, knowing she'll have to get back over there. And focusing solely on that, she sniffles silently, trying her damndest to ignore the pain in her arm.

 Moving to the very bottom of the ropes, her fists them tightly, making sure she doesn't let go. And with that in mind, she starts swinging back and forth. It takes a bit of effort due to having little movement in her left arm, but once she's close enough to the other side of the rope course, she lets go. Her fingers wrap around the rope as she tries to wrap her feet in between it. Shaky breaths leave her lips, giving herself a moment as her arm begins to feel like it's burning. Once she's able to get her breath back, she slowly climbs down the course, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud. She's then surrounded by the head trainer and the guards.

 "I went to a medic. They popped it back into place and I went back to training," Rye says, looking up to watch Beetee. She notices that Wiress stopped looking at the ceiling and is listening in on her story. "It's just sore now. I did pretty well for the rest of the training. Think some of the tributes and game makers were impressed." That gains Beetee's attention, the cogs turning in his head.

 "A chance-" Wiress starts, Beetee finishing her sentence.

 "For more sponsors." He looks at her, a soft grin on his face. Looking back at the tributes. "Which tributes were impressed?"

 "1 and 2. Don't remember anyone else." Beetee and Wiress grin at each other once more.

 "Get some rest. We will talk more in the morning about what you two shall do." Rye and Chase share a look of confusion before getting up, Rye leaving the ice pack on the couch. Opening the door to her bedroom with her right hand, she shuts it gently, a tired sigh leaving her.