When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑.
In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her...
JULIETTE'S EYES FLUTTERED OPEN, GROANING AT THE BRIGHT LIGHT AND BEEPING SOUNDS SURROUNDING HER, THE SOUNDS MAKING A SLIGHT TUGGING PAIN IN HER FOREHEAD.
As her eyes adjust to the brightness a small brunette woman steps into view, clipboard and pen in hands, jotting down Juliette's stats from the machines she was hooked up onto.
The blonde studied this new figures appearance, brown waved hair tugged into a messy ponytail, blue eyes shining under the fluorescent hospital room lights, her freckles just dusting her lightly pink cheeks warm from the atmosphere.
She looked up, "Oh!' the woman spoke in a surprised tone, "You're awake..good," She muttered, placing down the clipboard and grabbing her pen which held a small light at the end of it.
"My names, Dr. Whitlock, but I don't really want that formality since..well, there's no point now really, is there?" Juliette adjusted her position, shifting to sit upwards against the pillow, hissing as she still felt sparks of electricity run through her veins, "So you..Ms. Ambrose, can call me Maisie."
Juliette felt a calm aura for Maisie, she felt as if her face was so familiar, as if she'd met her before. And then it clicked.
"You're Maisie Whitlock," Juliette said without being able to stop herself, "Victor of the 72nd games..right?" the blonde said, watching as Maisie's frame froze a bit.
"Yes." Maisie whispered, "but does that title really hold value to anybody anymore." A cold anger hidden under her words, concealed in-between the bitterness of her words.
She let out a sigh, "I didn't... I didn't mean it like that, just, why would you help them? I mean, they must've—"
Juliette was cut off by Maisie, "I'm not here to talk about them, I'm here to make sure that you don't die"
Silence lingered in the air from that moment, Juliette dabbed her tongue out to wet her very dry and chapped lips, looking down at the scars that littered her arms, hands and probably covered her legs as well. Her fingernails tearing the skin on her palms as she dug them into her cold hands.
Dr. Whitlock grabbed the sphygmomanometer, to check the blonde's blood pressure. She took Juliette's right arm and strapped it around, squeezing the pulb a few times, letting the band tighten around her arm.
"I didn't mean to snap like that" Maisie spoke in a calmer voice than the one before, "as you can imagine the games aren't the funnest of conversation types."
Juliette hummed in agreement, "It's fine, honestly, I mean I'd probably do the same thing even if I'm supposed to be the 'lovely and perfect' victor Snow painted me out to be." she scoffed, "what would that wrinkly white haired freak know about being perfect anyways, at least I have to looks to act perfect." Juliette giggled at her own words.
