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He did try. The lack of alcohol made his mind fuzzy but it didn't stop him from thinking of her. His sub-conscious probably knew it too. She was more than an escort. His escort. He had just been denying it all along.
Sometimes he tried falling asleep, though his mind couldn't help but wonder where she was. Safe has been such a foreign word these days years. As long as Snow is in rule, no one is ever safe. It was stupid to think leaving her behind was a good idea. Now he couldn't stop thinking of her. She is annoying like that. IS. He hoped she was still alive.
Guilty by association. There is no doubt she was captured along with Peeta.
Is she dead? Probably not, they would have made a spectacle out of it if they could.
There was no way to tell. His hands are shaking. He felt hot yet cold, tired yet awake at the same time.
The truth is he didn't know what to feel.
There was so much he had hoped he did. But it is too late now.
He tried focusing on the rebellion but now while he is going through his withdrawal, he is of no use anywhere and his mind just wouldn't stop thinking. He was sweating all over. His head ached, his body was shivering, he couldn't feel his limbs. He kept his eyes shut and wrapped his blanket around his body. Too hot. Blanket off. Too cold. Blanket on. Too hot.
Ugh. He let out a frustrated grunt and rolled down onto the floor. Cold cement against his body and he put his blanket on again. If only he could get a sip of alcohol. Just one. But he was too weak to move. This must be what death feels like.
It cannot be worse than this. He thought.
Turns out it could.
