Who: Monty Falsworth and Katniss Everdeen When: very late, Tuesday evening, 23 June Where: 501 What: Insomniacs Unite! Warnings: Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrobbbbably mentions of Hunger Games violence and World War 2 violence and PTSD. Will update as needed!
It surprised Monty when he was able to sleep. He didn't wake any more refreshed than on the nights he had trouble sleeping, but the fact that he did sleep surprised him. And then there were the nights when sleep was but a fond dream, a gift granted to other people. On those nights, rather than toss and turn and possibly bother his roommates, Monty arose. He showered, made himself ready for the next day, and quietly made his way to the common area. There he would read. More often, however, he would simply sit and think. Memories would come to him, of battles and friends and one unfortunate night when he was in London for leave, and Beryl was there.
There was an air raid that night, and Beryl being Beryl had insisted on going to the hospital to help with the incoming wounded from the bombing. Monty had gone along, putting himself to work. He lost track of his wife, but wasn't terribly worried about it until the entire building had been shaken from a direct hit to the south wing. He was among the first to get there, to see that nothing more was left of it but a morass of smoke and stone and bodies. Five people had survived that that bomb; Beryl wasn't one of them.
He relived that night, tonight, and not even taking an extra shift walking the perimeter of Mount Weather would be enough to distract him. Alcohol might, but that was dangerous. He tended to have too much and then become confused, believing that Germans were attacking him and -- it was best not to think about it. The common room it would be, no alcohol, no guard duty, and a book.
It was going to be a hell of a long night.
He stepped inside the room and just caught the glint of light reflecting from the spokes of a... wheel? A bicycle? No, a wheelchair. "Hullo?"