(PMs please, after this.)

"No." I push him out of the bathroom, none too gently. Then I strip down to nothing and step into the shower. As soon as I turn it on, the water is the perfect temperature. Of course it is; why should a Capitolite have to deal with something so trivial as hot water? It makes my head hurt. After playing with the spray settings a bit, I step under the water and scrub myself. The hot water is bliss. I scrub and scrub until I'm clean, maybe cleaner than I've been in my entire life.

Then I sit down on the floor of the shower and begin to cry. 

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve to be here. Why didn't I just die with all the others?

What even matters anymore? I lived, but what's the point of that?

I weep for what feels like forever.

After I'm done, I step out of the shower, drying myself off with a cushy towel, and I dress in the fluffiest, most cozy bathrobe I have ever encountered.

"Sam?" I poke my head out of the bathroom. Maybe he's gone and I can steal one of the beds.