A gleam of light shone through the curtain of my window. I tried to sit us as a wave of pain overcame my head. I propped up my elbow on the pillow next to me but I quickly laid back down as the throbbing sensation grew even more. I tried to remember what happened but I drew up a blank. Sudden footsteps came from behind the door. I turned my head around, focusing my attention on the door. It opened and a nurse came in with a cup of clear liquid. "What happened? Where am I?" I questioned her as she came closer.
"You are in the Capitol's hospital. Here I brought you some water." The nurse said in a soothing tone. I gladly took the water but stopped before I took a drink.
"This doesn't smell like water."
"That's because I put some medicine in to help your head feel better. It does have smell but no taste." The nurse replied while sitting down in the chair next to me. I took a sip of the medicine and set it on the small nightstand on the other side of the hospital bed.
"Why am I in the hospital?" I questioned. The nurse looked at me with her calm eyes and sighed.
"You were in the Hunger Games. The boy from District 11 smashed your scull and you were dead for a moment and the the hovercraft came and picked you up. When you were inside you started to breathe again. We couldn't kill you or put you back in the arena so we kept you here in the Capitol. President Snow didn't know what to do with you but he found a use."
"What is my use?" I asked now alarmed by the sound of Snow's name.
"I don't know. You will have to wait for your meeting with him in a few weeks. But for now we need to work on getting your strength back up." Mixed emotions ran through me as I tried to process the thought. It slowly came back to me. I was running out of the clearing to the Cornucopia. I remembered throwing the knife at Katniss. I remembered tackling her to the ground. I remembered someone throwing me off of her. I remembered Thresh yelling. I remembered screaming. I remembered a mighty force being thrown against my temple. I remembered someone coming and holding my hand, while pleading for me to hold on. I remembered someone crying. I remembered Cato.
"Did Cato, my partner w-" I began before she cut me off.
"Yes, he won with flying colors, and he wished you were next to him on the victor's side, darling." I smiled. Of course he missed me, but he must be pretty beaten up, being the one to survive Everdeen and her boyfriend.
He has to know I am okay, that I am alive. I thought, loudly inside my throbbing head. "So, do you think that perchance Cato returned to District two?" She shook her head, and I bowed mine, but I brought it back up quickly, because the searing pain had traveled into my neck. "Were there any other miracle survivors like me?" She shook her head again.
"No. You are a special one, and Cato is in a place I don't have the authority to say." She said, her voice was like she was a little brat. I pondered powerfully in the hospital bed thinking of where they would put the victors. But, nothing came to mind; only another series of throbbing headaches and small aches in my neck here and there. The images of Cato kept flooding my head as I became restless. The sun had completed its tour for the day, and had now been replaced by stars, which dotted the blackness with twinkling diamonds. It was a cool, night. A dark, majestic cloud the eclipsed the plump moon. For a few moments, it looked like there was a halo around the cloud. But that was only looking from out the window. I couldn't see the true beauty of the sky until I left the hospital, but I was not going to do that until my head got better, whenever that was going to be. I looked back, and the nurse was still staring her big bulging eyes into me.
"Will you leave me alone please?" I spat, with my temper slowly grasping my control.
"I have strict orders not to leave you out of my sight little lady." She said. I wanted so badly to fling my Hawkbill knife at her, but for the safety of the hospital, they hid my precious cargo. That was almost like hiding cubs from a momma bear, and this momma bear was getting on her nerves. The next time she called me a name, I was going to fling the beautiful vase sitting next to me. But, my attention then focused on that vase. There were roses in them. They were white, but there were red droplets, almost like dabs of scarlet red paint on them. It looked like blood. There was a note, but I couldn't read it, I guess that rock hit me kind of hard. I knew there was a rumor of someone that sent roses of white to people he hated. I couldn't put my finger on it.
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Dead Survivor
FanfictionWhat if Cato won? He really is the man now but he still has a piece of him missing. Clove. But what he doesn't know is that she is alive. Is it a blessing or a curse that she lived? Read to find out! The beginning is in Cloves POV but towards the e...
