A Tale of a Boy and His Flower

Reunited

I wake only once on the jet. 

I'm lying on a mat. I groan, my head is throbbing. I'm not tied up which is a good sign. I glance over beside me.

Johanna. She's unconscious. Next to her is Annie. 

I groan as I sit up. I must've been pretty loud because someone rushed into our room from the pilot area. It's the boy with light eyes and dark hair. 

Gale. 

He's holding a needle. 

I gasp and begin to scoot back away from him, but he was stronger and faster then me. He grabbed me. I tried to kick him and I was about to start screaming when he spoke. 

"It's just pain killer." I stopped moving. "We still have a ways to go until we get there." 

"Where are we going?" I finally found my voice after staring at the needle in his hand. I looked up and we locked eyes. 

"To Finnick." 

I blink in surprise and he injects the serum into me. I don't even flinch, I've gotten used to the feeling. 

The medicine enters my system and I begin to relax. I lay back down. 

I'm going to Finnick. I nearly smiled. Gale stands up and turns to leave. 

"Wait!" I called out. My voice was slow. I was slipping away again. "Tell your friends I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to kill them. They seem nice." 

Gale's lips move but I can't hear what he says as my mind blanks. I close my eyes once again. 

***

I wake again. I was picked up and carried off the hovercraft. My vision is blurry and I'm not exactly sure where I am. Only that Finnick is here. And that is all I need to stay calm. We exit into a hangar where we are swarmed with medical personnel. 

They rush me through the halls into a hospital room onto a hospital bed. My heart is beating fast and my eyes are searching everyone around me for Finnick. 

I flinch as nurses rush toward me. They check my vitals, but I refuse a drip. They want to take blood samples as well, but as soon as a needle moves close to me I scream at them to stay away. No more needles. I couldn't do another needle. 

The nurses hold me down as I thrash. They bring something that resembles a belt and tie it around my wrist to the railing of the bed. I freak out. 

I was right. They are working for Snow. They want to kill me. This is just some elaborate way to torture me. 

I'm screaming and kicking. I started to cry as they held my head down to try and shove a needle into my neck. My heart is beating so loud I can hear it more than my screaming. 

Suddenly the door to the hospital wing burst open and the nurses stopped. 

"Leave her alone!" A voice shouts. 

"Are you people idiots!" The other man shouts. "The poor girl has just been torture and your idea of help is to tie her up and shove a needle down her throat? " The nurses step away and flush ashamed.

I'm breathing heavily and looking around trying to find an exit. I pull my arm and I'm still tied up. My vision is blurry from my tears. 

But I recognize both of them. 

"Haymitch...?" I wiped my eyes. 

He nods my way. "Good to see you sweetheart." 

My wrist is suddenly freed. The other man starts his way toward me. He has tears in his eyes. The tears I had been fighting came back as I jumped up into his arms. 

Zach wrapped his arms tightly around me. I clutched the back of his shirt as I buried my head into his chest and cried. 

"You're safe now." He whispered softly as he rubbed my back. "No one will hurt you here." 

I want to believe him. I really, really do. But I fear that nowhere is safe. Not here, not the Capitol, not even the districts. 

I pulled back and wiped my tears as I sniffled. "They said Finnick is here." 

Zach nodded. "Him and Katniss are on their way." 

One of the nurses cleared their throat. We both turned and looked at them. 

"We need to examine here for injuries." One speaks up. 

"Mister, will you keep your friend in check. This isn't drinking alcohol." Another says as she rips a bottle from Haymitch's hand. 

The poor man has probably been forced to sober up here. Zach looks visibly annoyed but he complies with the nurses. He grabs Haymitch and the nurses close a curtain around my bed. 

They get to work instantly. They don't tie me down or force a needle in me. Instead they rip my thin gown off and begin examining my body. I shiver and feel uncomfortable, so I close my eyes to avoid their gaze. 

I feel an IV go into my arm which relaxes me as they stitch and bandage my wounds. Eventually they brought a new gown for me. They wipe the blood, sweat and tears from my face. My hair gets combed and for the first time in a while. I feel clean, and cared for. 

They apologize for what they did before and the curtain opens again. They go to work on Johanna next. 

Zach pulls a chair up beside my bed. "Do you know where you are?"

"Somewhere safe." I say, "Where Finnick is." 

"You're in district 13." 

"I thought Snow bombed 13." My brows knit together. 

"He did," Zach said, "but Peeta warned us and we all survived." 

I swallowed hard. "I'm the one who told him you were in 13." I whispered quietly. "I couldn't take it anymore and he promised he would stop hurting me and that I could see Peeta if I told him." 

Zach and Haymitch stay silent. "I'm sorry." 

"Don't apologize. You lasted longer than most would have." I still felt an increasing amount of guilt. "He would've figured out where we were eventually." 

The door to the room opens once more. And I hear a voice I had been dying to hear for weeks. A voice I was starting to forget the sound of. 

"Amaryllis!" He calls out to me. He looks out of breath and he rushes toward me. I jumped up, ripping out the IV in my arm. I push past the doctors and nurses in my way. 

"Finnick!" I jump into his arms as he tightly holds me as we collide with the wall. I couldn't tell if he was crying or if I was crying. Maybe it was both. He kisses me and I feel joy for the first time in weeks. I had forgotten what it felt like to be in his arms. What it felt like to have his lips on mine. 

He never let go of me. Not even when he peppered kisses all over my face. I pulled back slightly when I realized people were watching us but then I realized I didn't care. They could watch us forever if it meant I didn't have to leave Finnick's arms. 

We didn't exchange any words. They weren't needed. Holding each other was all we needed. We could talk later if we wished. 

Right now we have all the time in the world. Nothing would separate us now.