kill for your love - the hunger games

(040) two weeks, four days

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter forty, two weeks, four days)

a white room, 75 ADD.

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JUNIPER WOKE WITH A guttural scream as she jumped up from her laying position on the bed, heart beating rapidly as her head pounded from the intensity of the light that hung from the ceiling. Her bones groaned and her muscles ached as the Hale woman sat up fully. 

"Fuck," Juniper grumbled as she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes. They were puffy and red, the signs of sobbing and crying, and the Victor could feel her heart seize in her chest. 

Gloss. 

She had dreamt of Gloss. Why had she dreamt of Gloss? Dreamt? Was that even the right word? And Wade Rankine. She hadn't heard the name of Wade Rankine, the Victor of the Seventy-Third, in a long time. Why had she dreamt of them? Dreamt? 

Juniper slowly got up from the bed and placed the soles of her feet onto the tiled floor, feeling the coolness of it creep up into her being, making her shudder. She figured it had something to do with what Clampitt said yesterday. Cashmere Nicholo had seen. She had seen Juniper kill Gloss. Juniper had killed Gloss. 

Swallowing a lump in her throat, the Hale woman tried hard to dispel any thoughts about the Nicholo siblings as she set her eyes upon the tray that laid on the bedside table. There was a steaming bowl filled with the same thick, creamy clump of porridge and a simple glass of pristine water. And as Juniper stared at it, she debated eating it. She knew it probably wasn't poisonous considering Clampitt took a spoonful of that exact meal, but she didn't want to risk anything. 

But yet again, it was the growling of her stomach that took ahold of her actions as she leaned over, grabbing the bowl and spoon that rested on the tray before laying it on her lap. As she slowly scooped some up and placed it in her mouth, Juniper immediately became aware of the saltiness that tickled her gums as she swallowed the porridge. The type she had in Ten when she was younger was much sweeter than what the Capitol porridge was. Not that she would complain. She would rather have salty food than none at all. 

Juniper just put the empty bowl and glass back onto the tray on the bedside table when the door banged open and Dr. Clampitt, black hair loose with her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, came waltzing in with a clipboard in hand. Her white lab coat swished around her knees as her heels clicked and Clampitt didn't seem to expect Juniper to be awake because as she caught sight of the Victor sitting upright, a sense of surprise filled her face. 

"Well... you're finally awake." 

"Finally?" Juniper asked as she readjusted her position, sitting cross-legged on the quilts. 

"Yes. Finally." Clampitt cleared her throat as she looked down at her clipboard, clicking a pen she got from her pocket before scribbling something down. "I'm rather shocked you slept that long." 

Juniper eyed the doctor as she asked, slowly, "How long have I been asleep for?" 

"Two days," Clampitt responded, nodding.