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BLAZE STARES BLANKLY AHEAD as she lays in the hospital bed in the capitol. The doctors had healed her, not even a trace of her previous injuries left. Her mind had not stopped moving. Replaying the death of the little boy on a constant loop in her brain. The second of pause. The glint of the blade. The sound of metal meeting skin. The wet feeling of blood oozing between her fingers. And then the sound of the canon.
Over and over and over.
The doctors had gotten no response from her, both physically and verbally. When her mentors had entered the room, she didn't so much as twitch. They sat by her bedside now staring down at the paralyzed girl and Enobaria knew how much trauma Blaze would now hold. The mentors had tried their hardest to push back her crowning and final interview, deeming the girl was mentally unfit to be in front of the Capitol right now. Snow only gave them two days. That was the longest the capitol could go without seeing their victor.
It was the second day when Blaze was visited by her father. It was the first time she felt nothing in his presence. Her heart rate didn't spike, her fists didn't clench. She simply did nothing. He ushered the doctors out of the room and sat by his daughter's bedside.
"You need to get up, Blaze. It's been quite enough time for your dramatics but now you have responsibilities." Blaze stayed still, her eyes unseeing as they looked towards the white ceiling. Julius wiped his hand down his jaw and looked up before storming out of his seat and gripping her jaw pulling her body half off the bed. "Get. The hell up!" When Blaze didn't even respond to that he backhanded her. The same way Ghillie did and Blaze's instincts kicked in as she clawed at his arm that was holding her and fought to bite at his hand. He dropped her back onto the bed, the girl looking around furiously trying to figure out where she was.
Julius backed up from her bed and walked towards the door, opening it to see all of the doctors looking at him frightened. "She's ready to be prepared for the final interview. And clean her face up while you're at it. She had an accident."
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Blaze stood on the side of the stage uncomfortably in a simple red gown that reached the floor and concealed the simple black heels she was wearing. It was strapless and showed off her shoulders and her hair had been left to flow down towards her collarbones. She fiddles with the necklace on her chest that she was allowed to keep. She had graduated from the habit of tugging on her ear to clutching the necklace protectively.
