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I had contacted Dr. Ovan's office the next day after talking with Ryder. My curiosity had won and I just had to know what made me prequalify for the procedure. The people I knew who had prequalified were people with damaging trauma, whether it was a nasty divorce, losing a friend or family member, or something of that nature. I hadn't gone through any of that, so my interest was peaked as to what evidence they were going to provide. Or, what they were even going to say.
Going to the Capitol was daunting. I knew I had to wear my nicest clothes, just so I could fit in. I opted to wear a yellow linen sundress that Ryder had bought me for our one year anniversary. I let my hair fall with nice, subtle, beach waves.
I had got a spot on the noon train to the Capitol thanks to Ryder snagging it for me. Having a boyfriend who was a peacekeeper for 2 had major perks. District 2 always had the best relationship with the Capitol when Snow was still around. The relationship between 2 and the Capitol only strengthened after he died. Although the Capitol preached about equality throughout Panem, every citizen knew that district 2 was the golden child of districts.
When I hopped on the train, I took a deep breath and let out any negative energy I felt. I was terrified. I knew my parents would never let me step foot into Dr. Ovan's office, but luckily I had moved out to be with Ryder and they weren't as involved as they had been.
The train ride took only 30 minutes. If it had taken longer, I think my anxiety would've killed me.
Getting off the train, there was a ton of district citizens waiting to hop on. I could tell by the clothes they were wearing compared to the typical Capitol attire. The Capitol's obscure style never changed after Snow died. They still had on the most interesting choices of clothing, while the districts were more content with their simpler style.
It only took me five minutes to get to Dr. Ovan's office after I had to wait for a cab to pick me up from the train station. I had never gotten used to how massive and colorful the Capitol was, no matter how many times I stepped foot there.
Once I arrived to the outside of Dr. Ovan's office, I knew I was in the right spot. It was a tall blue building with posters of success stories from receiving the procedure. I was clearly in the right place.
As I stepped foot inside, there was a directory in front of me telling me which floor to take the elevator to.
Floor 1: Staff Only
Floor 2: Consultations
Floor 3: The Operating Rooms
Floor 4: Recovery
I took a lucky guess and took the elevator to the second floor. There was another girl on the elevator with me who looked full of life. I tried to avoid looking at her because I couldn't tell if she was either getting the procedure done or had already gotten it.
