Chapter 4:
AN: Sorry about late update, camping used more time and energy than expected
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A small dark haired girl lies in a capitol bed, her dark hair glistens in the sun, shining in through the window. The heart monitor beside her remains silent. Her pale skin is pasty, and she looks thin and sick. The board at the foot of her bed reads: FD274HG –Clove Fuhrman, health rapidly deteriorating, left kidney failed. Unconscious.
District 12
I reluctantly step on the capitol aircraft; it took hours of convincing from Peeta, Haymitch and even Finley. The journey to the capitol was six hours, so I had packed several books and toys for Finley. As I entered the aircraft, memories came flooding back, the familiar grey of the seats that I had sat on during my journey to the arena, the potted floor that I had woken on, next to Beetee, and attacked Haymitch with my nails, and the same circular windows I had stared out on my way to district 13, after my second games.
But this time, there was no longer a capitol seal on the door, where the pilot was, but the mockingjay sign, which had become the new seal of Panem.
President Paylor had changed much for the better, but I was still very reluctant to travel back to the capitol.
After strapping myself into one of the grey seats, I looked towards the door and saw, Peeta, Finley, Haymitch Gale and Effie. I stiffen when I see gales dark eyes meet mine, and relax when Peeta and Haymitch sit on either side of me. After half an hour of silence, Haymitch leans over to me and whispers:
"I asked the capitol doctors, about prim…" he hesitates when I flinch beside him, when I relax my muscles, he continues "they said it is possible, however, they would need her body." I close my eyes, I should be grateful, because there is a chance I could get her back, but instead I feel only despair, because I know her body will be among thousands that still line the streets, and impossible to locate.
"Katniss, this means you are one step closer to her.." Peeta says, on my left.
I sigh and open my eyes, ignoring the eyes on me and looking out of the window instead.
We arrive in the capitol, and are immediately taken to meet with president Paylor. We are taken into a white room, where she sits at a large table, sorting through papers. She puts the papers down when she hears us enter.
I smile grimly at her, and beside me Peeta smiles warmly.
"Congratulations on your marriage, and child Katniss, Peeta" she says nodding at us.
"Thank you" Peeta says
"Please, sit" She says, gesturing to the many chairs that line the table.
We sit, and she begins to talk about the plans, and the new lives that the tributes will have, and when she tells me that one of the tributes have been revived, and all has been successful, I jump to my feet.
"WHO?"I shout at her "When did you so this? Why did you not tell me?"
"Katniss!" Peeta says, warningly. I remain standing, glaring at president Paylor.
"Glimmer Rambin was revived in the hospital a week ago. We did not inform you because we were testing the drug, and she has still not awoken." She says pointedly. I sink to my feet, slightly embarrassed.
A long silence ensues, and after a considerable amount of time I speak
"Can I see them, can I see the tributes?" she sighs and I know she was expecting this.
"Yes, Katniss, you may see them"
I follow two men dressed in white down a brightly lit corridor, Peeta, Finley and Haymitch following me, we enter a room, where I see hundreds of beds lining each wall.
"We decided to keep, and monitor them in the same room, these are all the tributes from the 73rd, 74th and 75th games. Most of them will make a full recovery." A nurse dressed in white tells us happily when we enter.
I walk away from the group as the nurse babbles on about facilities and doctors.
I walk among each bed, not recognising any of the tributes, I look at the clipboard at the foot of a tall girls bed:
FD573HG –Hazelia Liltec- heart condition, limbs in good condition, left foot irregular.
I walk faster, anxious to reach the tributes from my games.
When I start to see 74 mixed in with the other numbers and letters, I slow taking more time to read the clipboards and look at the faces. I recognise several, the careers, foxface, even the boy from 10 that I killed, but the one face that I want to see is not there.i reach the last two beds, and see the dark muscular body of thresh, and finally the dark skin, and curly hair of Rue.