kill for your love - the hunger games

(043) a lost cause

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter forty-three, a lost cause)

the white room, 75 ADD.

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THE HALE WOMAN SLOWLY opened her eyes, sighing slightly as she felt a certain pounding sensation in her head. She was laying underneath the quilts of the bed, the soft material caressing her skin. How did she get in the bed?

Juniper sat up slowly, hearing the paper robe rustling as she looked around the room. She tried to remember what happened and groaned at the sudden memory of her and Clampitt's last conversation, causing her to bury her head in her hands. 

("Because you could've held on tighter, Miss Hale," the doctor spoke. "You saw in that clip how your hand slipped from Blight's. And you knew it was him, but yet you still let go.")

Blight. 

She had dreamt of Blight. Poor, soft, soothing Blight from Seven. Juniper had killed him. She let her hand slip. She could have easily held on, but yet she didn't. Blight was dead because of her. 

Juniper let out a sigh as she rolled her head around, hearing her neck crack before popping her knuckles. She must have put herself in the bed, under the covers. Yes, she must have. She did seem rather tired and she wouldn't dare spend more hours laying on the floor with the pillow. The tension in her lower back was going away slightly and she didn't want it to come back. 

Suddenly, the door blew open and Juniper expected to see Clampitt come walking in with another tape, but instead, it was a Peacekeeper holding a tray. They barely glanced at the Victor, who remained sitting on the bed, and placed the tray on the side table before swiftly exiting. The door slammed behind him and Juniper could hear it locking. 

Rolling her eyes, she looked over and nearly expected to see a bowl of fruit and a cup of orange juice, but instead, she was met with the dull look of the thick, creamy clump of porridge and a plastic cup of water. But instead of the grain being just beige, it was sprinkled with circular slices of something yellow. Banana. 

Juniper hummed with content before leaning over to pick up the plastic bowl and silver spoon. Due to it not being porcelain, the heat from the bowl transferred right into the Hale woman's fingertips and she sighed at the feeling. She hadn't felt something hot in two weeks, five days. Or was it now two weeks and six days? Juniper gathered it was considering she just had lamb stew with dried plums and that was dinner and she was now having porridge for breakfast. 

She dismissed those thoughts as she scooped up a spoonful of the meal and shovelled it into her mouth. She could still taste the saltiness of the porridge, but the sweetness of the banana balanced it out to be somewhat appealing. But Juniper didn't mind. She would never reject food, especially in her state, and quickly shoved it all down her throat along with the water.

When she finished, she licked her lips after setting the bowl and cup back down on the tray. Juniper looked around the room, mainly at the door as she figured Clampitt would come back to show her a clip or come with a clipboard to examine her. Whatever the doctor would do, Juniper tried to ready herself. But she spent a good twenty minutes staring at the door before she realised Clampitt would not be coming. Then she turned her glance to the high corner in the room, staring right into the invisible lens of the camera.