The last thing I remember was shooting my arrow, the slender feel of my bow, then nothing. I remembered something cold and burning hot pain in my arm, it was all so dark.
When I woke up I didn't open my eyes, I could feel the warmth of the sun, so there must be a window somewhere. Where was I? My eyelids fluttered open, the brightness of the sun momentarily blinded me.
"Kat, sweetheart. Do you know who I am?" a lady asked. She was dressed in a ragged dress with a faded flowered print, her hair was pulled into a messy bun. I looked into her face and for a moment I couldn't remember anything. Next I moved to the slightly shorter girl next to her, her hair was in a tight braid, just like I wore mine. Primrose. Prim. Mom. Peeta. The Rebellion. It was all coming back in a cascade of violent memories. I closed my eyes as the images ripped through my mind.
"Mom, what happened?" I asked my voice small and unsure.
"Finnick and J saved you after you escaped from the Hunger arena"
I began to push myself upward into a sitting position, then I realized my whole left arm was numb, I couldn't even feel it. There was a bandage wrapped around my arm, it was stained red and slightly damp. So I wasn't out for too long. I attempted to flex my finger. The arm stayed eerily still.
"Why can't a feel my arm, or USE it" I cried in panic. I began to pant. "It will be OK right?"
"A lot of nerves were destroyed…" my mother began "You might never regain the use of it, ever." She mumbled.
"WHAT?" I screamed. "No. NO. NO! NO THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!"