Prims death ppov
The middle of the day. No one is here, here in a secluded hospital. There are no casualties. No one even opens the front doors. We just sit around and wait. Wait until we are needed once more.
It has been 2 days since the rebel medics arrived. 2 days since Boggs died. Boggs was the reason why we came here. I or my mother could have saved him. Yesterday people died at the hands of the rebels. Today they called for evacuations to begin.
I hear little girls cry. Parents trying to keep calm. Boys running off without care. I hope to see some casualties soon or we will be revoked back to 13. Out here I can prove myself. Back in 13 I cant. I am Primrose Everdeen. One of the best nurses. I am only 13 years old.
I haven't seen Katniss for days. I hoped I would. But I haven't. I heard from President Snow that she was dead. They never found her body. She is presumed alive. They found Finnicks, Castor, and Homes body inside the sewer. They say there was little flesh on them.
Looking out a window I saw a hovercraft materialize. Small silver items fall. Parachutes. The same parachutes the use in the hunger games. The y fall into the hands of children. An explosion happens. Screams fill the air. Children die instantly. Others take their time. There are still some parachutes intact.
"Okay. We need at least 20 people to help the injured." The head doctor said. I look at my mother. She needs to stay. She needs to help those who are yet to come.
"I volunteer." I yell loudly. Being the mockingjays sister I have a lot of influence in my ranks.
Within 2 minutes we are out. The first boy I reach is shivering and cold. I shrug out of my jacket giving it to him. Everything I do, I do it to help.
I hear someone calling out. Someone running. I am taken back in time. Back to the day my name was pulled out in the reaping. Katniss volunteered for me at the reaping. Katniss is calling. Katniss is running.
I see my name form on her lips. But it is too late. The rest of the parachutes explode. I am on fire. Katniss is on fire. The girl on fire runs through my head. I hope President Snow is happy. Killing me off.
Death doesn't come quickly for me. I am under my mother when I do. She gave me sleep syrup.
I never wanted to die this way. I wanted to die in 12. My own home. Where my father died. Not in the Capitol.
Before I knew it my spirit was in district 12. I didn't know what to do. But my spirit knew. I went on a final tour. Places I loved. Places I hated. The place where I found Buttercup. The bakery. I go everywhere. At one point I sensed my father. I was outside the mines when I did.
Then I realised my time as a spirit was up. It is time for me to move on. Onto a place with no anger or harm. Onto my next adventure in the holy place