NOTE: I do not own anything of the characters or premises of the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
Chapter Two
The room was cold and shouted sterility from the whiteness all around. I was so anxious and nervous from leaving Peeta in the attendance of a capitol nurse, but Plutarch convocation to discuss Peeta's condition was something of a startle. My hand involuntarily went to locket around my neck…Peeta's locket. I clutch it tightly. I watch as Plutarch Heavensbee, enter the room and greet us. I could not get myself to talk, not right now; all I wanted was to get this over with and return to the hospital.
"Peeta Melark, can be conscious for seventy two hours. It's a fragile single opportunity to bring him back from above, a place called Aridness. It's a place of having very little of everything, a place where the soul can linger" He scans the faces of the few people gathered.
"Our goal it's to connect his soul to his body, as a matter of speaking. We will use game-making technology to make it possible, but there's only one strong emotion that can connect it." His eyes find mine and I try to swallow.
"Love can be the messenger of the soul, but we have one element that may inflict in his behavior."
"What can inflict it?" Effie asks with trembling gloved hands on her lap.
Plutarch sighing goes around the back of his leather chair. "His mind will be in blank. He will not have any memory of his past nor his present. Once his brought to reality, he will have flashes of the Aridness and that's what we want to manipulate in order to bring him back. He will be reborn and that's our opportunity, since we discovered strange dreaming phases in Petta's mind."
My hand went to my mouth, swallowing the cry. "It was real!"
"We discovered that Peeta can connect with Katniss through dreams, his brain waves are strong and he can manipulate his landscapes; but there's something blocking the access to reach out of the coma. This became apparent since the Hijacking of President Snow, but the effects on Peeta is something almost unheard of; it's like he's living in his own world and that's what's this mission is about. We need to take Peeta out of the protective slumber."
"So, you are telling me Peeta built himself in a cocoon?" Haymitch sips from his cup of coffee but from the smell permeating the room it had alcohol in it.
"Yes. It's a defensive wall his mind created in order to cope with his tortures and the ugliness of the rebellion."
"What Katniss has to do?" Gale asks impatiently with a scowl on his face and arm folded over his chest.
"She needs to make him her fall in love with her."
Johanna snorts. "Like that's ever going to happen. The girl on fire bending in one knee professing her love"
"Johanna!" Annie exclaims.
"What! My therapist said not to censor my thoughts." She said defensibly and rolling her eyes.
"What happens if she fails?" Gale asks seeming more animated of the reunion than before. All voices cease talking, waiting for Plutarch response.
He clears his throat. "Both of them would be found in a perpetual state of coma with permanent brain damage."
Haymitch leans against the table toward me. "So, are you up to it sweetheart?"
I look at Plutarch right in the eye. "No."
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