Sorry it's been a while since I've updated, I haven't had my laptop with me lately due to various reasons. The first character showed in this chapter is not anyone you will recognize, FYI.
She paces down the bleached white hall, her long, sanitary cloak flowing behind her. Her steps are constant, the click click of her high heels tapping the ground is the only thing to be heard.
Not trying to disturb the patients inside, the woman gingerly opens the door to the double-bedded room. She maneuvers her way around the IV stand connected to both patients and places the two plastic trays carrying food in her hands onto the large bedside table in the middle of the beds.
The lady turns around to face the IV stand and punches in a 4 digit code that from there unlocks the morphling drip. Below the lock, the drip settings are labeled OFF, LOW, MED, HI, and XHI. The slide controlling the settings is on OFF until she moves it, aiming for MED.
A buzzing interrupts her small task, and she stares down at the walkie-talkie latched to her belt. During that split-second, the woman's hand twitches and flicks the slide over to XHI without noticing. "Carol, we need you down in room B17, now."
Carol picks up her walkie-talkie and puts it to her mouth, still gazing down. "One moment please, I'm tending to the rescue survivors."
The static fuzzes out of her hand. "Now, Carol. Krystal Storm is having a heart failure." The voice is urgent and rushed.
A small gasp escapes Carol. "On my way!" Without looking at the drip settings, she quickly types in the code to lock the slide. Gazing at the small clock in the room, which reads 9:56 am, she speed-walks out of the room.
Johanna's eyes flutter open to a blazing white light overhead. An ache so intense spread through her body it was as if she couldn't move. Most of the pain was coming from a migraine, and her arms and legs felt as if a pack of snarling dogs tugged at them, pulling each limb away from her torso. Why was she even here, and where is here? Johanna racked her mind, looking for that small piece of evidence, until a short memory came zipping back and hit her in the head. She was far underneath the presidents mansion in a cramp dungeon. Suddenly, a group of people burst into the room, not wearing any ridiculous Capitol outfits. Johanna desperately searches her memory for more information, but nothing is there.
A small moan comes out of her as she slightly tilts her head to the side to see a morpling drip connected to her and... Finnick.
He wakes up, having to shield his eyes from the light with a hand, surprisingly not held down by a resistant. Johanna raises her head and looks down at the rest of her mangled body, nothing is there to keep her from moving, besides the pain. A plain white flannel outfit has been placed on her.
Despite the light being too bright for Finnick, his pupils widen when he spots the morphling drip. "Errr, Johanna?"
"Yes?" Johanna didn't expect her voice to be croaked and shrill.
"Do you think there is any reason the morphling drip is set on extra hi?" His eyebrows raise in concern.
"What!" Johanna flings her head over, a bit too fast causing an excruciating pain running up her neck. She stares at the slide in shock, then looks dead into Finnicks eyes. "How long has it been like this? The clock says it's 1:41 pm now."
"I don't know." His hand goes over to the slide, but it refuses to move since the code is needed to gain access. "Oh gosh,this is going to be bad."
"No kidding."
Yes, I know there was no humor involved, but that is a chance for you to get involved! Send in your most craziest idea for Johanna and Finnick to do in the next chapter while extremely loopy under the morphling and I will try my best to put that into the story! If I do, your name will be featured in this little area, giving full credit to your idea. And if you haven't guessed it already, they're in District 13. Thanks!
