I'm relieved that Prim's not on shift the next morning, because I really don't want to face her. Instead, I get a grey-haired, bossy, no-nonsense woman from 13 who turns my morphling drip right down, despite my best protestations.

'Don't be ridiculous,' she says briskly. 'That dose was too much for you.'

So by the time Prim comes back on shift at dinner, I'm in a pretty feral mood. I've got awful tremors, and my pain has come back like a sledgehammer. She takes one look at me and frowns.

'They cut your morphling,' she says straight away.

All I can do is groan in pain. Prim sticks her head out and calls for the old nurse, who bustles in.

'You cut her morphling by 75%,' she says reproachfully.

'This is war, girl. We need to ration our morphling supplies for those who really need it.'

I open my mouth furiously, but all that comes out is a moan of agony.

'Johanna needs it!' Prim protests. 'She went through all that in the Capitol to support your cause. She sacrificed herself for you, and you didn't have the decency to rescue her until it was convenient for you. I think the least she deserves is weaning off the morphling so she doesn't suffer from withdrawal.'

I'm surprised that Prim is sticking up for me after what happened last night. I'm even slightly touched. The irritable woman glares at Prim for a bit, then reluctantly turns up my morphling.

'Thanks,' I say grudgingly to Prim, once we're alone.

'No problem,' she says, slightly flushed. 'Also, I-'

She hesitates.

'Well spit it out,' I urge her.

'I- I just wanted to say sorry about last night. I'm sorry if I was being too pushy.'

She looks upset, but not, I realise, because I pushed her away. She's upset because she thinks she upset me. I can't be too mad at her, she's just a little kid who was trying to help.

'It's ok,' I say gruffly. 'Forget it.'

'Ok,' she says, and tries for a tentative smile.

I don't return it. She's cute, but not cute enough to turn me into a sappy grinning idiot. But there's enough guilt in the bottom of my heart over how I treated her last night that I eat the revolting mush she brings me without complaint and let her walk me to the toilet before bed. As humiliating as it is, I'm in so much pain I couldn't get there myself.

'Night,' she says, a bit hopefully.

I grunt in reply. Sorry, Prim. I don't do friends.

Running. I have to keep running. I'm in a maze, and I have to get out. I round a corner, and come face to face with President Snow. Blood drips from his mouth, staining his perfect white roses red. I turn on my heel and run away. I hear footsteps, and I know he's chasing me. Faster, faster. I come round a bend, and see Haley, her head half blown off. She staggers towards me grotesquely. I scream and run. Her footsteps join the chase. My heart is beating so hard my chest hurts. Another figure leaps out in front of me, making me jump. It's the girl I killed to win the Games. My axe is still in her throat. She grins at me. I sprint round a corner, only to find a dead end. My pursuers close in, closer and closer-

I wake up, panting and sweating, sure I was screaming. I shudder as I remember the dream that pulled me violently from sleep. A small figure appears around the curtain, and I jump out of my skin. Prim.

'Jesus Christ!' I spit, clutching my chest.

'Sorry!' she says, alarmed.

She comes over to my bedside, and fixes me with those penetrating blue eyes. I avoid her searching gaze.

'Are you ok?' she asks quietly.

I snort.

'Define ok.'

'Well…are you ok to fall back asleep?'

'No, I'm not. Ok?' I snap.

'Ok.'

She sighs.

'I'm guessing you don't want me to help then?'

'No. You can go back to bed,' I say, trying to inject a note of confidence into my voice.

'Alright. Come find me if you change your mind, ok?'

Her hand lightly touches my arm. I don't have the heart to slap her away again. So I just wait until she leaves, thinking that I will never be able to take up her offer.

Author's note: Thank you so much for reading, I would really appreciate reviews and feedback