Identity

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games

A/N: Yeah, I know I should be working on my other two fics and not starting a brand new one, but this plot just will NOT go away, so I must write it. I will tell you all right now that I know next to nothing about the medical field and also some of the other things that will come up in this fic. I will research some, but some of it will just be glazed over, as it isn't the main storyline. Please bear with me on this! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: Blue Eyes

Katniss' POV:

"Katniss! You're in trauma ER today!"

I groan inwardly at the head nurse Effie's statement to me. I hate working in trauma ER. Even though Panem Memorial Hospital is one of the best in the area, we still lose people all the time, mostly in the trauma ER.

"Why? I almost never do trauma anymore."

Effie shakes her head at me, her light pink curls bobbing against her neck. "Clove called off sick, so I need you to step in."

"That little bitch" I mummer under my breath, she always calls off whenever she hooks up with a new guy, which is pretty often.

Effie arches her perfectly shaped brow at me. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

I used to do trauma all of the time, but lately I've been working in some of the other wards more often. I like dealing with patients who aren't brought in half-dead on an ambulance. Dealing with that on a daily basis began to get to me, thus the reason I asked to transfer to another ward.

Today, I'm not so lucky it seems. I tighten my braid and let it fall down my back as I head to the trauma section.

I nod and smile at the various doctors, nurses, and orderlies that I pass in the hallways, my last work review claimed that I needed to and I quote: 'Wipe the perpetual scowl off of my face'. So I tried to at least acknowledge some of the other workers in the building when they walked past me.

I say a silent prayer that today will be a slow one, after that lady with half of her arm missing last month; I was never quite the same.

When I arrive at the trauma unit, I see that my friend Johanna is working tonight. Jo is an odd one, with her spiky brown hair and 'no care' attitude, but she's a good friend all the same.

"Hey Jo, guess I'm with you tonight."

A smile brightens her face. "No Clove?"

I shake my head. "Called off again."

Johanna pumps her fist in the air in celebration. "Yes! But really, they ought to fire that girl…"

I completely agree with that. Clove is a bitchy little thing, no one likes when she is around, and no one likes covering for her when she isn't. "Yeah, but that will never happen. Her daddy donated like a zillion dollars to the hospital."

"Yeah, forgot about that. Did she nab herself another one night stand?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Who knows?"

Jo looks at me and from the glint in her eyes; I can tell that I won't like what she has to say next. "Speaking of which, when's the last time you got laid?"

I feel my face flush at her question, it has been a while. "Umm…I, umm…"

"That long, huh?"

Sighing, I bury my face in my hands. "It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter? Come on now, there are plenty of sexy ass doctors and nurses to be found here. Like him for example…"

I raise my head and see that Jo is pointing to a tall, handsome doctor that is walking our way. "No, he is like forty."

Jo laughs lightly. "So? Who cares? That man is fine."

As he walks by, Johanna slaps his ass, causing him to jerk and turn around. "Call me!" She shouts out to him.

The doctor just shakes his head at my friend and continues on his way.

"Johanna! What the hell was that?"

Jo opens her mouth to answer me when it happens.

I hear the jumbled mess of a paramedic report coming in. "White male…lacerations…head injury…car accident…"

The rest is filled with too much static and interference to understand, but I do know one thing; so much for my slow night.

A few moments later, the ER doors fly open and several paramedics wheel in someone on a gurney. Jo and I, along with the trauma doctor on call, are all rushed over to tend to the car accident victim.

The guy lying on the gurney is a bloody mess of torn clothing and lacerations. My body goes on autopilot to help the doctor, but my mind is stuck on the man before me. He looks to be about my age (mid twenties), and has blond hair, currently matted with blood. My gaze wanders down to his torso, which seems to be the least affected by the accident, to his legs.

I gasp in shock; his left leg has a deep laceration running up past his knee to his thigh. The cut has all but stripped away his jeans, leaving the flesh beneath it mangled.

I hear the doctor's orders and my body moves to action once again. Everyone is working to stabilize the guy, and once he is stabilized, the doctor moves over to try to save his leg.

A sharp intake of breath snaps me out of my trance-like state. The man's eyes flutter open and his brilliant blue irises startle me. On instinct, I squeeze his hand and whisper to him. "You're going to be okay. Everything is okay now."

He blinks at me and then his eyes close again. I hope I didn't just lie to the guy with the beautiful blue eyes.

A/N: Just a short teaser of a first chapter. Send me a review and let me know what you think of it so far please!