"They'll both be fine, physically. As to their mental health... I'm afraid I can assure you nothing, judging by what you told me and when I saw her 'execution', they will be scarred by experiences like that for a long time. But I guess it's no different to you, Mr Mellark, especially after your hijacking. I doubt they've been hijacked - I would be suprised if they haven't been totured to an inch of their lives'. There's nothing you can do, apart from offer them assurances and help them. He's going to have an easier time, physically, than her... though I fear his mental scars will go much deeper. She's got serious brain-damage from being shot - I'm afraid she won't ever be quite the same - and for a while she'll have trouble talking, walking, eating, general activities we take for granted. She'll improve eventually, but she'll need help for a few months. I'll check up on them in a months time. You'll be capable enough with them, make sure they're fed, rest a lot, keep them occupied. Stylists, right? Just leave them a sketchpad and whatever they need. And don't leave them alone for the first three to four weeks, just in case..."

"Thank you, Doctor Swayel." The old lady, who wasn't a capitol citizen by the looks of it, nodded, before trotting out in a mouse-like manner. She almost didn't fit her look, with her white-blond her, wrinkled-paper-like skin, yet extremely tall frame. Katniss was almost glad to see the back of her, even though she'd been treating Peeta and her stylists for the past three days, without of which both would've died. She whiled away the time hunting for all she was worth, not wanting to think about it. Thinking about pain wouldn't stop it, so she distracted herself. Days later, there was finally some movement and conciousness from the fashion-duo. Both Peeta and Katniss were there at the time

"Muuruuurrrffffffgh..." A groan came from Cinna's mouth, before suddenly, without warning, his head shot up.

He screamed.

It was the most horrifying thing Katniss had ever heard - calm, cool, collected Cinna in more fear than she'd ever seen him. She couldn't bear to think what might've made him scream out like that. It was too awful to bear. Then, he stopped, and looked over vaugely in the adolescents' direction.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Are you okay?"

"I - Portia?"

"Alive. Brain damage. Asleep."

"Nggh-nnnn-o..." Unnoticed to everyone, Portia had woken up and seemed to be partly understanding the conversation, which was quite impressive considering her state of mind.

"Portia, we're here now. We did it. We got out." Cinna was obviously speaking to Portia alone, disregarding the overlookers.

"Peet-p-peeta? Mock-j-j-ay?"

"Yes. The rebellion won, remember?"

"Ye-yeag-h." Slowly, her eyelids began to slide closed. She was too tired from the effort of speaking, though Cinna was afraid she was losing herself to death:

"No, don't die, PORTIA DON'T DIE!" Reaching out for her, Peeta had to restrain Cinna whilst Katniss reassured him

"It's okay, Cinna, she's just sleeping. Not dying. She's okay."

"Oh... alright. Sorry for my outbursts?"

"You were traumatised. You haven't tried to kill me yet. Better than him, eh?" Katniss poked Peeta lightly, who stuck his tounge out and faked mock-hurt. "Cinna, no offence or anything, but you died, and so did Portia. Everyone say Portia die. There was no way she could've survived if the whole of Panem was watching."

"Death-faking? That wasn't hard... I don't think... I took a drug which stopped my pulse. They thought I was dead, and chucked me out. We designed a comb for Portia that fitted with her hair perfectly, and covered most of the back of her head, where we'd been informed was where she'd be shot. The bullet wound was softened a bit, just enough to keep her alive. She had the same drug bare minutes before execution - they presumed her dead, and chucked her out at the same time as me. A fellow rebel stylist, who died soon after, gave us the reviving drug and helped us to the Capitol train station. We were able to fool enough people and get here, though we had to walk from 10. By the time we were at 10, the rebellion was won. We had to walk across the rest. We eventually got here." Cinna was dropping off now, and nothing Katniss or Peeta could do would stop it, so they let him off into the lands of dream, before Peeta murmured

"You believe it?"

No fear or hesitation in her voice, "I know Cinna. And I know that was the truth."

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