Rose on Fire

Chapter 16

(Peeta POV)
"Finnick," I say almost in a whisper. "Your not dreaming," he replies smiling. "How are you alive," Katniss asks, confused. "Let me explain thinks real simple, and quick," Finnick rushes, his eyes dart between the door the window, and Katniss and I. "Katniss when you threw the Holo to give me a quick death, and kill the lizard mutts, I was able to maneuver myself over, and the Holo exploded on the lizard mutts, killing them instead of me. I of course got seriously injured, but I have more important news, there a planed uprising in district 2, and it's tomorrow, well more like today, since it's 4:30 in the morning. Anyway it's at 6:00 tonight." Finnick starts walking closer to Katniss, and I. "Can he leave, now?" Finnick asks.
"I guess we could ask the doctor," Katniss replies. I start immediately start moving, I get out of the covers, and start trying to move my legs out from underneath the covers. Every movement brings a quick pain. I wince wanting to scream at every move, I finally am siting up, I stand up almost falling from the pain it brings. "Let's go," I forcefully say trying to hide my pain, but I know my eyes give me away, because Katniss looks at me with sadness flooding back to her eyes. She turns to the table behind her, and rummages through the drawers coming up with a syringe. I my muscles tense at the sight. I instinctively back away at the sight inflicting more pain upon myself. Finnick quickly takes it from her, and I put out my arm and close my eyes. I feel a quick sharp pain, and then open my eyes I feel instantly better. "What was that?" I ask Katniss. "Pain releaver." We run out of the hospital about every nurse trying to stop us. I feel a quick rush of cool air, that's when I realize I'm only wearing shorts, not only that, but their covered in blood. As we walk back to Katniss' house, in the dim morning light, I decide to unravel the bandage around my stomach. I look to see so many stitches, you can't even count them all with the dim light from the rising sun, dried blood patches are all over my side, probably left over from surgery. We finally reach the house, and I've wrapped my stomach back to how it was. "Ok," Finnick starts, "We need to make a plan."