wave meet shore /eden+av
Jan 17, 2022 2:02:24 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jan 17, 2022 2:02:24 GMT -5
a v r i e l .
"don't take away this
one defense of mine
i reserve the right
to disappear"
No one wants to tell him what's going on, not at first.
Avriel sits there in the hallway outside of surgery for three hours before anyone comes out of the room. When they finally do, they breeze past him before he can even ask about Eden. By then, his phone has rung three times. Avriel finally answers on the fourth.
"You're meant to be at the finals," says Gloria, voice strained.
"I'm busy," he says. Avriel sits with his head tipped back against the wall. Eden's blood is drying in his shirt and his hands are coated in red. It's hard to escape the way that makes him feel, like the dark is falling again.
"What could you possibly be doing in Four?" Gloria snaps, "This district hates you."
He hangs up.
She's not wrong, he just doesn't want to talk to her anymore. The phone starts ringing again so Avriel turns it off. No one important is going to call him anyway. He doesn't have friends, not really. Seeing the other victors around the training centre once a year doesn't mean closeness.
There's only one person that he wants to talk to right now and he's probably dying on an operating table. He gazes at the florescent light until his eyes hurt. That strange calm feeling has settled over him, the deafening blanket of silence that's so hard to feel though. Part of him has already decided that it doesn't matter if Eden dies. He doesn't even know if they're friends, Avriel barely knows him.
He doesn't want to, not if even the possibility of losing him feels like this.
The weight of it is crushing but it isn't heavy, not like you'd expect. It's more like a compression on his chest, a compactor pushing down slowly, he can feel himself breaking every second that passes.
Eden shouldn't even matter like this, but he does and that's Avriel's fault. No matter how he tries to pretend to cold indifference, he cares a great deal about the people in his life. It isn't just that though, Eden isn't like everyone else. It's hard for him to explain, he just makes Avriel feel that same way that Blade always did– like he's being seen for the first time.
Like he's safe.
"Victor Baptiste?"
Avriel lowers his eyes to see a nurse standing in front of him. It's hard to make out their features, for a long moment all he can see is the splotchy fading memory of light.
"We have a room prepared for Contestant Le Roux. Please follow me."
The room is up three floors and Avriel can see slivers of the ocean through the window. He leans into the frame, gaze trained on those slivers. He wonders if anyone's ever gone past that horizon line. Just ran over it and kept going until Panem was far behind them.
Maybe they'd just hit a wall.
"There's a shower in the bathroom through there," the nurse says and gestures at a door to the left, "An attendant has gone to retrieve a change of clothes for you, until then, here's a sweatshirt from lost and found."
The water doesn't get any hotter than lukewarm but Avriel still stands beneath the shower head for a long time. Eden's blood seems to take forever to come off of his skin. He can't get it out from under his fingernails and he's shivering by the time he finally shuts the water off. His fingers are numb, his jaw clenched tight to keep his teeth from chattering.
The cold offers some kind of clarity. It's easier to think when he's clean.
He runs his hand through strands of wet hair once before slipping out into the now dark hospital room. He's greeted by the sound of a heart rate monitor and a silent form laying motionless in the bed. The sky's gone dark in the time that Avriel was in the shower, lights from the District leak into the room, painting strands of yellows and blues on the linoleum floor.
He's tired but Avriel's too stubborn to leave. He still remembers how it felt to wake up all alone in that sterile hospital room in the Capitol. He'd known from that moment that he was the consolation prize. He doesn't want Eden to feel like that.
Av sits down slowly in the chair beside Eden's bed, not able to look at him just yet. It feels like someone's got their hand cupped around his heart, their grip slowly tightening. He reaches out and entwines Eden's hand in his. Avriel's still so cold from the shower that it feels electric just to hold him.
He's afraid to move much, to shut his eyes. Everything feels too fragile.