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XX. Doctor Audrye

I hate the psychiatric ward. I hate the people there. To put it in simpler words, I hate the hospital in general. The smell of medicine reminds me of the smell of the room I was placed in after my victory. It's filthy and disgusting.

I've spent a long, tedious five months in this hellhole and according to my counsellor, I've gotten worse. I have no proof of recovery or improvement, which aggravates me The nurses, doctors, psychiatrists and whoever else there is in the hospital, are too nice. They treat me like I'm a broken shard of glass; like I'm going to crumble under one small touch. But, I'm a man. I'm strong - physically, mentally and emotionally. I think the only thing wrong is the fact that the Capitol decided to throw a fourteen year old boy into the Hunger Games without a care for the world, and made a diva out of him. And it is for these reasons that I am as broken as I am right now; why I'm in the stupid hospital and why I can't seem to be patched back together. It is for these reasons that I'm not as strong - physically, mentally and emotionally - as I should be at this age.

Oliver visits me quite often and while we are able to bond and grow closer to each other, I find myself envying him of how perfect his life is. His parents are fantastic traders in the District - thank God, Oliver isn't a spoilt brat - and he has two younger siblings: Brody, his fourteen-year old brother and Syndi, his six year old sister. He has a steady girlfriend, Arden who's a sweet, beautiful girl - she visits sometimes too and we play board games like chess or checkers. He manages to distract me from the gloomy building I currently live in. Oliver doesn't that I'm the Victor of the 65th Annual Hunger Games, or that I'm the youngest victor to ever live, or that I'm a celebrity in the Capitol, and I couldn't be more grateful for having him as a best friend.

Mags visits often as well, and offers a lot of her wisdom and guidance. She encourages to do better here and I try - I really do, but nothing seems to click for me. I don't belong here; everybody knows that all too well. However, two months ago, she had a stroke. It affected her speaking and now she speaks a little incoherently. I can understand her at least.

Rhea tags along with her, usually walking in with an expression of guilt. Though our sibling bond might not be as strong as it was since before our mother's incident, we're working on. We're slowly patching things up and it's become a lot easier to talk to her. We laugh and smile at each other but it's not the same. I don't know if it ever will be.

Annie, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. Not once has she visited and I often ponder why. Sometimes, I have a suspicion that she's completely forgotten about me intentionally, to push the memory of her deceased sister to the back of her mind so she can erase the pain. Oliver had told me that she is now officially dating Ayden, the boy I'd seen her training with. If I could, I would feel happy for her. But I feel so empty inside when I think of Annie, that I can't feel anything for her. She's just the irritatingly quiet girl who crept into my life for no reason.

School has been entirely out of the question. They fear that I'll harm students and teachers, and additionally, I'll also be too distracted. I've been diagnosed with ADHD too, which explains why my hands desperately seek for a piece of rope to tie and untie, and why I have the tendency to bounce my knee up and down. A group of us, around the same age, are taught in the hospital by a teacher who allows us to catch up on the most essential subjects from school - maths, English, history and science. While school is usually loud and rowdy, filled with enthusiastic students, it's deadly silent here aside from the shuffling of papers. Time lags slowly and torturously.

Right now, I'm sitting down in Doctor Audrye's office, opposite of her. She scrolls through a file on her computer as I bounce a tennis ball on the ground repeatedly. She's a nice woman in her early twenties and one of the few people I have the patience to talk to. I often hear a few boys in the hospital talk about how beautiful she is, and I can't deny it. With her sleek, blond hair tied into high ponytail, sparkling blue eyes and a feminine body, it's impossible to call her otherwise. Audrye was born and raised in the Capitol, which explains how un-District-Four like she looks, and had moved to District Four after she had taken a specific interest in our district. I'm glad she isn't a typical, fake woman from the Capitol though. She releases a sigh and looks at me. "Finnick… you're not doing very well in anything but education. You need to step it up."

"I can't." My voice is hoarse from the lack of communication the past few days.

Audrye gazes at me with sympathetic eyes and pats my hand. "Did you weigh yourself this morning?"

I give her a small nod in response.

"How many kilograms?"

"Seventy-two."

"You've lost nine kilograms in the past week, Finnick," she reprimands with a disapproving tone. "You need to gain that back. We have a private gym in the hospital just for these purposes. When was the last time you went?"

"Twenty-two days ago."

"Have you been sticking to your diet?"

"Kind of."

"Kind of?"

"I skipped a few meals," I admit, dropping my head a little in shame.

Doctor Audrye sighs again. "You know very well that I expect you to stick to your diet and to go to the gym, so you can stick to a balanced weight. If you're physically weaker-"

"You're mentally weaker as well," I interrupt. "Got it, ma'am."

"How many hours of sleep have you had the past four days?"

"… Two hours."

She stands up and drags me by the shoulder to the solitary bed, specifically for patients, at the other end of her office. I'm forced to face the mirror and I gaze at the reflection. The boy in the mirror looks exhausted, almost like he's been high on ecstasy for the past few weeks. His eye bags are prominent and his facial features sag a little. His eyelids droop and his eyes no longer have the same lively specks of green in them. His usually chapped, smooth lips are now dry and cracked. His hair's shaggy, in dire need of a haircut, and there is an evident stubble present. All in all, he looks like utter shit, and the complete opposite of what he should look like.

I lie down onto the bed on my stomach, groaning as my back aches in the process. Audrye places her hands on my shoulders firmly and massages them, soothing the knots that have formed. In an equally soothing voice, she speaks, "In two weeks, Althea Yule, Gloss and Cashmere Delgado, and their Capital escort will be here for Althea's Victory Tour. You need to look your finest, Finnick, especially as the other most recent victor. You can't look like this; like... you've been digging your own grave for the past few weeks. I expect you to gain as much weight as possible, as muscle, whether it is to eat a whole lot of food or extra hours in the gym."

I moan as her palms dig through my thin singlet and into my back with more pressure, and it almost instantaneously relieves the pain in my back. Even though it's not the proper procedure, it's a good feeling. "I'll do what I can, Doc," I say. "But I have a lot of muscle already."

"You'd better," she warns. "You might have muscle, but you still lost a lot of it. We can't risk having your reputation tarnished. President Snow needs his citizens to be satisfied and that means he needs you."

My muscles tense as she mentions his name. "Relax," she barks, pushing my body back down onto the mattress. "You're all sore and tense. You need to let loose." She moves her hands in circles on my back and I find myself doing as she says.

"Like I said, I need you to step up. You need Vitamin D. Go out into the garden for a few hours a day so you look healthier." Her hands move down to my lower back, soothing the tension of my muscles there. "Also, I'm going to be there with a sedative in case you need it."

Oh yeah, those. For the past few months, I've had a lot of panic attacks. Most of the time, I don't remember them though. I find myself waking up and having people tell me what happened and what I did.

"Get

rid of those hideous eyebags and for God's sake, shave that scruffy beard of your face or I'll wax it off."

I can only laugh, despite her empty threat. "Threatening a man isn't a very favourable and attractive quality in a woman."

"Yeah, well, I'm not trying to impress anyone. You're no man anyway."

"You words hurt me, Doctor. They really do."

Audrye laughs a little and removes one of her hands from my back. I'm about to protest until she inserts a thin, sharp syringe into my bicep. I groan in irritation and close my eyes, when I realise that despite the fact that the massage was to help me with my tense muscles, it was also just a distraction.

"I hate you," I murmur before I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: This isn't a very eventful chapter but it introduces his doctor's character and gives an overview of what his hospital life is like. Feel free to drop a review on what you want happening in the future of this story :) I might even use your ideas.