After winning the 74th Hunger Games, you’d think Marvel Sanford would do a million other things before associating himself with his home district District 1 again, but here he was, begging for a phone while he was getting fixed up by Capitol medics.

“Are you sure this is the very first thing you want?” His mentor Gloss questioned, giving his sister Cashmere a concerned look. “Marvel you’ve been in the arena for 2 weeks. Surely the first thing you want is a glass of water or something to eat.” He motioned to the plate infront of him, which looked extremely appetizing. However, despite his attempts of trying to get Marvel to eat something, the brunette adamantly refused.

“No!” Marvel denied, holding his face in his hands at Gloss’ insistence. “Can I please just have a phone? It’s important. I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.” Immediately noticing his impatience, Cashmere tried to calm him down. “Hold still.” She coaxed, taking out her phone before giving it to Marvel. Once the phone was in his hands, Marvel calmed down, humming a small tone to himself before dialing the number he wanted to call. When the other person picked up, he smiled, genuinely that is.

“Guess who won the Hunger Games!”