When two worlds collide

chapter 13

Chapter 13

Katniss POV

I move to sit up but a moan escapes my lips. I look around, finding myself in a district 13 hospital room. A white curtain that was drawn closed is swept open with a flicker of Johanna Mason's wrist. She rolls her eyes when she sees that I am awake, she hops onto the edge of my bed, the movement sending jolts of pain into my sides. She smiles when she notices that it hurt. She quickly detaches my morphine and with a content sigh, connects it into her own waiting arm.

"They started cutting my supply a few days ago. Afraid I'm going to turn into one of those freaks from six. I've had to borrow from you when the coast is clear. Didn't think you'd mind." She says shrugging.

She was tortured to death after the quarter quell, she knows I can't mind.

"Hmm, stealing from the other patients?" asks a young looking man as he leans on the door frame. We both look up at him, his teasing smile hanging on his lips. His sun tanned skin distinct from the sun-deprived bunch down here. The top half of His hair is pulled back, but the rest of his dark hair falls down almost reaching his elbows bunched together in sections like almost braids, it makes his hazel green eyes stand out even more.

Johanna never breaks eye contact with him as she swiftly connects the morphine back into my arm. "And who might you be, to go tattling on me to my doctors?" she asks narrowing her eyes ever so slightly.

He chuckles lightly "who said I was a tattler? I'm Cazdin, but I'll let you call me Caz," he says with a wink.

She raises an eyebrow a little surprised. But keeps her composer, "and why would I want to do that?" she smirks.

He looks over his shoulder and then lowers his voice, darting his eyes between Johanna and I. " Because I'm a friend you'd want to have. I figured out where they keep all the good treats. They've been holding out on us! I might've even found some chocolate" He says with wide eyes.

Johanna's eyes perk up a bit,"is that so?" she says with a sly grin.

"That's right." He says smugly.

She looks at him closely, "what are you in for?" she asks.

He looks down as his cheeks get a tint of pink, "I may or may not have ... sprained my ankle while running in the halls..." he says looking down at his right foot.

Johanna barks a laugh and I feel a chuckle on my lips. Here we are with wounds from being shot at and tortured, and he's here for tripping in the hallway.

He straightens up quickly and looks at us very seriously, "now. Who's going to help me raid the good stuff?" Johanna rises from my bed and he offers her his arm with a wink. She easily loops her arm onto his and they walk off toward the door. He pauses at the door frame and turns towards me, "it was nice to finally meet you Mockingjay" he says. I nod my head back at him.

As they leave, Gale walks in with a raised eye brow.

"Who was that?" Gale asks.

"Cazdin I guess."

"Where do you think he's from?"

"He must have come with the group that came with Tris. He was definitely not intimidated by Johanna." I say with a laugh, which ends up hurting me.

"Easy with your sides" he says as he puts a hand over mine. "You have got to stop running into trouble,"

"Yea I know, but someone blew up a mountain" I answer.

He leans closer, searching my face for anger, "you think I'm heartless."

"I know you're not. But I won't tell you its okay." I say.

He leans back into his chair, "Katniss what difference would it be really between crushing our enemy in a mine or blowing them out the sky with one of Beetee's arrows?"

"I don't know, we were under attack in eight for one thing. The hospital was under attack."

"Fine we can disagree." He tells me.

"Was there fighting after I was shot?"

"Not much. The workers from the nut turned on the capital soldiers. The rebels just sat by and watched" he says.

"Well that's what they do best," I say.

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Tris POV

I've made a habit of coming down to see Peeta on the mornings or evenings when I find myself alone. Haymitch is here often as well. After talking to Haymitch a little, it turns out there had been rumors long ago about a place created new, during the "dark days," but it seemed so ridiculous, and the rumors never seemed to make sense or be consistent so nobody paid much attention to them.

The Finnick and Annie wedding was announced a couple days ago and everyone has transformed. Everyone has been speaking about whether or not who and who was going, a new buzz in the air. Of course with prim's insistence, Tobias, Christina and I got invited by extension.

Peeta has been working for days on the cake for the wedding. It is breathtaking. After a couple of days, Haymitch asked if I would be willing to interact with him. The doctors wanted him to be able to engage in a bit more of normal interaction with no triggers. We haven't talked much and at first he was wary and suspicious of me, but I introduced myself and sat down to watch, when he noticed I wasn't there to take any notes or ask him any questions, he relaxed. The next couple of days, he would wait until I arrived to start decorating. When he's frosting and decorating, his whole self changes, his structure becomes more relaxed, and his arms and hands move effortlessly and gracefully around his instruments.

I'm looking down at my cracked, bitten nails when I hear a satisfied sigh.

I look up to see Peeta standing back looking at his work.

"Finished?" I ask.

He looks back at me; his blue eyes look so clear and bright that for a moment I'm taken aback. He nods his head and smiles, the first friendly smile I have seen from him, but it's gone all too quickly. I blink my eyes at him. I can't help but offer a small smile back. I stand and edge closer, asking permission with my eyes if it is okay to approach. He takes another step out of the way and nods his head.

I step closer and a small gasp escapes my lips. Up close, I can finally see clearly how the beautiful blues and greens of the ocean colors blend perfectly together. There are nets and small sail boats frosted and crafted onto the tiers of cake. Bordering the entire bottom tier, Sea shells are aligned perfectly creating a ring around the cake. There are sea shells scattered on the top tier as well, where the frosting seems to almost sparkle and the blue frosting seams to fade into pure white-like sea foam.

I look over at him in awe. He looks down, a hint of pink filling his cheeks.

"How?" I breathe out.

"I used to be a baker in my family's owned bakery. I was in charge of frosting the cakes usually." He says with a shrug of his shoulder. He looks around dazed for a second and then shakes his head.

"It's beautiful, and I'm sure it tastes wonderful as well" I smile at him.

He Reaches behind him on the counter, and pulls out the cake crumbs and chunks that he carved off the cake to create the correct shapes. He extends his arm out, offering me a taste. I grab a piece about the size of a coin. It's chocolate. I welcome the taste as its rich flavors overtake my mouth. It's simple yet, delicious. 

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