"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Chaos surrounded Indiana Summers as doctors hurried in and out, examining her and almost distracting her from the numbness of her body and the disorientation of her mind. Her abdomen ached as if remembering some long ago pain. As she became more alert, Indiana began processing the events happening around her.
Cato. Was he alive? Did he win?
Memories of her last few days she could remember washed over and she stumbled over the most recent. Lifting her top and gazing at the flat skin of her stomach, Indiana was shocked to realise that she was still living. But, she had been dead. Now she was alive? Her heart had stopped beating and her brain activity had stopped. Yet here she was.
Slowly and hesitantly, she raised her hand and placed it on the left side of her chest. Thump! Thump! Thump! Somehow, her heart was beating once more. How was this possible? Shooting up, she ignored the dizziness and fatigue that washed over her. Two doctors advised her to rest, attempting to get her to lie back down again. Ignoring their wise words of warning, Indiana swung her legs over the side and jumped off the table.
"Miss Summers, I urge you to return to your bed."
Her calmness snapped upon hearing her name and being ordered around.
"That's not a bed. That's a table! You worked on me like I'm so kind of science experiment. Now tell me what you did to me!" Indiana shrieked, grabbing a scalpel from the metal tray nearby and pointing it threateningly at anyone who came too close.
"Miss Summers, you've been resurrected. You died during the 74th Hunger Games," a doctor informed her, taking a brave step forward.
"Why?" Indiana demanded.
"You're part of the Quarter Quell," another doctor explained, quickly taking a step back when Indiana's neck and face flushed with anger. "We brought back many other Fallen tributes. All of you will be debriefed about it all in couple of weeks – once the other tributes are awake and their vitals are stable."
"What about Cato? Where is he?"
"I'm afraid we don't know, Miss. We're only allowed to work on our own patients."
There were only four doctors in the room with Indiana, meaning they were her own personal doctors and there were numerous other medical professionals working on other deceased tributes.
"Patients? How many more are there?"
"I'm afraid we can't say, Miss. I'm sorry we don't know more."
