make decisions that you think are your own [OPEN]

Auralee knew she'd eventually have to learn fighting, but she couldn't get herself to approach the weaponry stations at the moment. She sighed and made her way over to the healing station, smiling at the trainer. "Hi! Um, sorry to bother you..." Auralee said quietly. "Can you teach me how to dress a wound, please?" She looked up at the trainer with wide eyes. The trainer nodded and dragged over a realistic-looking dummy, then slashed the arm with a knife. "Thank you so much." Auralee winced as fake blood trickled out, and the trainer noticed and shook his head. She shrugged in apology and watched carefully as the trainer cleaned the scratch and applied a fresh bandage.

Auralee glanced up for a moment when she heard someone else come over. It was another tribute who she vaguely remembered was from either District 7, 8, or 9. She gave a little smile and turned back to the trainer. He'd finished his demonstration and was holding out another cut for Auralee to try. She took a deep breath and picked up a clean cloth that was laying on the table, first using it to apply pressure to the wound. She didn't like how much the dummy's arm felt like real flesh. After a little while, Auralee slowly removed the cloth and carefully wiped off the blood with water. She then dabbed some of the antibiotic sitting there on the scratch and wrapped a bandage around it. "Is that right?"