"Haymitch?" I ask as I slowly sit up in a hospital bed.
"Hmm?" He looks at me.
I was thinking about the last time I was conscious. The Capital and FINNICK....
Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I asked
"Where...where is Finnick?"
I wanted him to say they Finnick was here and that I was dreaming. I wanted him to say that it was just a dream, these past few years.
I wanted peace. I wanted Katniss. I wanted many things but I knew they would never escape from my lips.
"Peeta, you were there. And I'm not gonna try to reassure you that it didn't happen, because that would be pointless. Finnick is now among the many people imprisoned by the Capitol." Haymitch leans back into his chair, sighing.
"So what do we do now? I can't lead the rebellion by myself." I asked him this question as horrible thoughts of what could be happening to Finnick floated around in my mind...it was all my fault.
If only I had been stronger, been able to get him underground. Beetee was right. I should've just found him and gotten hidden.
"Haymitch....we are going to try to get them out soon, right?" I ask, afraid of the answer.
"We're trying, Peeta, we are. But we can't exactly stage a counter attack right now. That Capital attack definitely knocked back our numbers. We might have to wait another month or so. Maybe more."
I sit up straighter in my bed, wincing slightly. "Haymitch! They might not have a month! They could be bleeding out in a prison cell right now! And you suggest we should wait!?" My voice is now raised to a shout.
Haymitch stands and walks over to the side of my bed.
"Peeta. Calm down it's okay..they'll be alright."
"How can you know for sure Haymitch!?" I'm shouting again, my voice becoming sore. "They might already be dead!"
I see Haymitch handling something from behind his back.
"Peeta. Just relax okay? Relax..." Haymitch plunges whatever he had in his hand- a syringe by the looks of it- into my arm, and the world slides out of focus.
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"-Quiet up, its coming on!"
-should we wake him?"
-He'll probably wake soon enough."
I hear all these strange voices before I can open my eyes. When I do, I find that I'm in front of a screen. Around the screen are a bunch of peole. Gale, Plutatch, Haymitch, Coin, Beetee, and some people unfamiliar to me.
I'm about to ask what's going on, when the previously dark screen lights. On it is a familiar face. Caesaer Flickerman! The Capital's host for the tribute interviews.
The camera is only trained on his face for now, before it pulls back, revealing another face.
My heart stops. I can't breathe. Sitting in the white, shining chair, is Katniss.
I gasp. She seems okay, just tired.
"So, Katniss. How are you today?" Ceaser asks her. Katniss doesn't respond.
"I said, how are you today, Katniss?"
This time she responds.
"Help me Peeta...." Her voice cracks. She sounds dehydrated. Have they even being giving her water or feeding her?
A peacekeeper appears behind her and slaps her in the face. "Say what we told you to!" He hisses. It's barely audible, but I pick it up.
Katniss's cheek has a bright red hand print on it now.
"I'm alright Ceaser. And you?"
She asks Ceaser, just like the peacekeeper said.
Ceaser smiles. "I'm great! Thank you. Now Katniss, could you shed some light on those last days in the arena?"
Katniss doesn't respond immediately. She is lost in another world. When she does she says,
"I'm not telling you anything." Then she looks directly into the camera.
"Rebels...Peeta. I'm still holding out on you. Keep holding out on me. Maybe we'll see each other soon." Her voice is raspy.
Katniss stands from her chair. Two peacekeepers rush over, and pull her back, and slap her in the face once more before dragging her out of the room.
The screen darkens once more. The faces in the room turn around to mine.
Katniss, she's alive...Katniss....rebels. The thoughts swarm my mind. Then weakly, I manage to say, "Still fighting. That's our girl...."
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