{"there's so many wars we fought,
there's so many things were not,
but with what we have,
I promise you that,
we're marching on."}
~Marching On. By One Republic.
~~~
Chapter 10
Katniss POV
the hospital is in chaos. Doctors shouting orders, nurses shuffling patient to patient. People being wheeled to their beds.
A gurney brushes my shoulder. I turn my head to see a shave-headed, young woman, her skin is sprinkled in bruises, her scabs are long, and oozing. She is Johanna mason.
She has paid the price for knowing rebel secrets. I turn away.
I catch a glimpse of gale, he's stripped to the waist. I'm pushing my way to him, when a nurse, who's much bigger, pushes me back and shuts me out.
Somewhere behind me someone is shrieking, the shrieks inch closer and become slightly more audibly understandable
"Finnick! Finnick!"
A young, lovely woman, who carries bright sea green eyes and dark, slightly matted hair, comes running in just a sheet. she holds the sheet close to her frail, small body,
Finnick and her are both stumbling and pushing their way past people to get to each other. His arms instantly wrapping tightly around her, his arms becoming a cacoon of saftey.
They end up backed against a wall, holding onto each other tightly, as if, if one or the other loosens their grip even a fraction of a bit, the other will disappear.
I look at them longingly, not for either finnick or Annie, but for their certainty.
I don't know if I've ever felt that way, about anyone.
Someone taps my shoulder, I turn to see prim smiling up at me,
"Boggs has been looking for you two," she tells me and Haymitch.
She points toward Boggs. He waves us over. Haymitch and prim both motion me to go first, I smile and step forward. He's alive. Peeta is alive, and he's here.
I increase the size of my steps as I get closer to Boggs.
He motions for us to follow him.
I feel a soft yet firm pressure on my shoulder, I go stiff until I realize I recognize the touch, I turn my head over my shoulder to see a grinning Haymitch. Behind him I see prim, four, Christina They all give me small grins. I'm so nervous that I can't make myself smile back. So instead, I rotate my head back towards Boggs and follow him up to a room.
TRIS POV
It's not until I resort to going on the tips of my toes that I see Peeta; he's sitting on a bed, looking confused and a bit terrified as the doctors swarm around him, lifting his arms and legs, examing his eyes. He finally turns toward Katniss. He looks to almost be in a daze. Then instantly, he rises from the bed, he's pushing past the doctors, his feet stumble slightly as he runs to meet her. She's quickly moving toward him too. Her arms have already been extended to meet his embrace; his hands are reaching for her, but toward her face. I knit my eyebrows, and the smile that adored my face is replaced by a small scowl
I stretch my neck more to the right to see over Haymitch's shoulder, her lips are slightly parted, but no words or name escapes her mouth because Peeta's fingers are wrapped around her neck.
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