𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿 - 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

One

Sidney was woken up to doctors bustling around her. They took the needles out of her arm and unstrapped her to the bed, which was a safety precaution. Sidney was told it was so she wouldn't fall if the bed while she slept, but she believed it was so incase the Capitol had hijacked her and they didn't know, they would have been able to keep her in control.

A doctor walked closer to Sidney, taking the blood pressure gauge off of her arm and looked at his clip board.

"Your body is responding well to the nutrients we have been pumping in," the doctor spoke. "I suggest you eat and drink a lot. You may be feeling sick for the next few days because your body isn't used to having a lot of food and nutrients so just be careful with that. You will be weak, still, for a while but you should start to feel better within this next week." The doctor smiled at Sidney, who nodded. "But you are free to go. Just take it easy."

"Oh, thank you!" Sidney yelled as she hopped off and hugged the doctor, much to his shock and confusion. "Thank you so much!"

The doctor uncomfortably just patted her on the head. "Okay, just . . . go with your friend." He huffed.

Sidney let go of the doctor and looked over at Finnick with a smile. "C'mon," Finnick grinned. "I'll show you where you'll be staying."

Finnick took Sidney's hand in his and led her out of the hospital wing. Sidney was thankful for the change of clothes being a grey jumpsuit with a belt, but she still wished she had shoes, although she did have slippers.

Sidney and Finnick sat on one of the two beds in the room she'd soon be sharing with Johanna and Katniss, Sidney stared down at the necklace Finnick returned to her.

"I'm glad Katniss gave it back," Sidney smiled as Finnick helped clip it back around her neck where it belonged. "Is District Four still . . ."

Finnick nodded, understanding what she was asking. Sidney noticed his face go solemn, even though he nodded. "District Four is still alive, but Twelve was destroyed," Finnick told her.

"How many-"

"Eight hundred survived," Finnick told her. Sidney let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in. "Most of them are here now."

Sidney looked at the picture of the four District Four victors, including her, on the bedside table, smiling at it sadly. It took them as a group way too long to get a good picture. None of them knew how to use the camera correctly, someone would move or blink, anything that could mess up a picture happened.

Sidney would give anything to go back to that memory. To go back to a time before she had been beaten and broken. To a time when she only had nightmares about the Games, not two Games plus being held in the Capitol. But alas, Sidney rarely ever got what she wished for.

Sidney didn't know where she was headed until she found herself at the doors of the hospital wing. She swung them open and walked in. The nurses and doctors ignored Sidney as she made her way through as she was a farmiliar face. She found herself in front of the room Peeta was being held in, entering without hesitation.

She walked over to the windows of the observation area, staring through the glass and into the psych-ward room. Peeta was screaming and thrashing about in the medical bed he was strapped down too. Sidney let out a shaky breath, fighting back the tears as she saw what had become of her friend.

Sidney didn't understand why the Capitol did this only to Peeta. She knew she would've been just as easy as a target if the Capitol made her look at Finnick or Johanna or Annie the way Peeta looked at Katniss in the moment. But Katniss was the Mockingjay and that's who they were truly after.

"Let me in," Sidney told the man at the control panel. He knew better than to talk back, obeying her orders and pressing a button that opened the cell door.

She didn't hesitate and walked in. It reminded her quite a lot of when she was held in the Capitol, except it was cleaner and there weren't Peacekeepers standing in every corner of the room.

Peeta instantly calmed when he saw Sidney enter, a look of excitement washing over his face. "Sidney!" He yelled out, smiling for the first time since he entered District Thirteen.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The Capitol had made her a closer friend in Peeta's eyes. That meant she may be the only person that could get through to him. She questioned why they would do that until remembering they probably wanted to do the same to her, and didn't want two of their own fighting.

"How's it going, Peeta?" Sidney asked, walking over to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. She did not feel an ounce of uneasiness this close to him.

"What are they doing to you?" Peeta ignored her question. "Are they beating you? Is that where those bruises are from?" Peeta nodded toward Sidney's body where the old wounds of the Capitol sat.

Sidney creased her eyebrows together and shook her head. "These injuries are from the Capitol. That is where you, Johanna, and I were held and beaten. District Thirteen saved us. Katniss, Finnick, all of them saved us," Sidney told him.

Peeta's face fell and he looked like he was about to cry. "What have they done to you?" He whispered. "What have they done?!" He screamed. Sidney slowly stood up from the bed, suddenly frightened but also not meaning to anger him more. "They've brainwashed you! This isn't real! The Capitol is our friend! District Thirteen is the enemy! Katniss and Finnick have to die!"

Sidney's jaw dropped in horror, her hand flying up to her face to cover her mouth. She began backing away from the deranged boy, unable to stay in the room with him any longer.

"Finnick never cared about you!" Peeta yelled as Sidney rushed out of the room. "He destroyed District Four! You have to kill them!"

Sidney ran into the observation room, pushing the door to Peeta shut behind her. She leaned her back against the door and wrapped her arms around her torso. She closed her eyes and heavily exhaled.

Sidney flinched as a pair of arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into an awkward embrace. She opened her eyes in time to be let go of, staring at the solemn face of Katniss Everdeen.

"I'm so sorry, Katniss," Sidney spoke. Katniss simply shook her head, walking over to the large window that peered inside to Peeta's room. He was still screaming.

Sidney walked up next to Katniss, watching as Peeta thrashed about on his bed. She couldn't believe how much the Capitol has changed him.

"He doesn't get enough credit." Sidney spoke in the silence. "He was so brave, Katniss. So brave."

Katniss looked over at her friend, watching as her eyes kept turning glossy and going back when she fought against it. Sidney stepped closer to stare at the ruined boy behind multiple layers of bulletproof glass.

"They would take him and I into a room. In the center of the room was a bucket of water," Sidney started.

"You don't have to-"

"Katniss, you should know," Sidney spoke, glancing at Katniss before looking back to Peeta. "For him." She took in a deep breath before continuing. "Peeta fought against the serum. The test results weren't conclusive when he fought against it, so they dunked my head in water and wouldn't let me come up for breath until he stopped fighting. The serum ruined his mind. It did this to him. But he sacrificed himself so that I could sleep better at night. He gave into the nightmares so I wouldn't have to experience the pain all over again."

Sidney harshly swallowed to stop tears from forming, she stepped closer to the glass while she stared at Peeta. They had gotten very close in the Capitol. Sidney considered him one of her best friends, now. She wished they had gotten to that title under better circumstances, though.