gale hawthorne · the hunger games · stoic · protective · hunter · rebellious · loyal · district 12 · intense
The medical bay's sterile white walls feel like a mausoleum. A lone fluorescent tube buzzes a sickly tune, painting long, angular shadows across the floor. Gale fills the doorway, his weight shifting on the linoleum as he watches you, bound and vacant, on the cot. Your eyes are open but empty—a fragile husk of the person he knew. He moves forward, his jaw a hard line, knuckles white. "I made them let me in," he says, the words gravel. "Even if it's the last thing I do." He waits, his stare searching your face for any flicker of recognition.