A/N: I am sorry for not putting in a disclaimer in the last chapter. I will, however, put one in now. So here goes... I do not own any of these characters, nor am I the direct owner of this plot-line because many others have written stories that somewhat follow the same plot-line. I hope that was good enough. So, anyway, please enjoy! Review or P.M. me if you have any respective criticism, comments, or questions to offer. Thank-you. =D
Peeta's POV:
As soon as Katniss went under, the doctors shooed me and Haymitch out. I sit, waiting, in front of her door. My patience is slowly running low. I do not know how much longer I will be able to wait.
I look up as her door opens. "Mr. Mellark, Mr. Abernathy, if you will," a doctor says, gesturing for us both to enter the room. Haymitch walks into the room, I, trailing behind. And there she is. Her unconscious, limp form put into one of the drab District 13 uniforms.
"Ms. Everdeen should be waking soon, if you wish to wait." the doctor says. I slowly nod my head as Haymitch does the same. "Her physical condition is very damaged, but in time, she will heal. Be aware though, that we do not know how well of a mental condition she is in. Just something to keep in mind," he finishes. The doctor leaves with a curt nod, closing the door behind him. It is now just me and Haymitch.
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Her sister and mother enter the room a few minutes after the doctor has left. Primrose, her sister, sits on the chair to Katniss' right side, gently rubbing the back of her right hand, right above where a nurse must have re-entered the IV.
Half an hour later, the four us are startled when Katniss' eyes fly open. She seems confused, and not exactly lucid. Her eyes slowly trail down to where her sister is still gripping her hand, before defensively jerking it away from Primrose's grasp. I expect to see an apolegetic glance towards Primrose, but nothing comes. She just stares straight ahead, as if no-one is here. Haymitch leads himself towards the door, most likely going to inform a doctor.
We sit and wait. When Haymitch re-enters the room with a doctor at his heels, we all straighten up. "Ah, Ms. Everdeen, I see you are awake," the doctor gleefully says.
"Who are you?"
I speak for everyone when I realize the person who asked the question was Katniss. Her voice; hoarse, scratchy, filled with fear no one could misinterept. "I am Dr. Talbit, and do not worry, I am not going to hurt you," the doctor respnds.
"That's what all of them told me too," Katniss says, emphasizing the them," and by the time they left, I had a group of brand new bruises to show for it."
Everyone in the room physically winces, including me. "Now now, Ms. Everdeen. I am just here to do a quick check-up on you," the doctor says, obviously trying to reason with Katniss.
"They told me that, too," she inaudibly whispers.
The doctor makes his way towards Katniss, and I can physically see her stiffen with every step he takes closer to her. The doctor gently asks Katniss to lie down. She refuses. The doctor asks, again. She refuses, again. The doctor asks, one more time. She refuses, one more time. He presses a button on the side of her bed, and within seconds, multiple doctors come rushing into the room. Katniss' eyes widen, but she does not dare make a move.
One doctor tries to force Katniss into a lying position, but she defensively elbows him in the stomach. Dr. Talbit manages to get her to lie down as she is elbowing yet, another doctor, in the stomach.
The doctors are able to pull restraints over Katniss' convulsing body, and leave, allowing Dr. Talbit to move towards Katniss, whose eyes fill with fear as the doctor stands over her. "Do not worry, Ms. Everdeen. I will not hurt you," he says.
Katniss just stiffly nods her head in answer.