They moved Katniss into the same hospital room as me after she was shot on T.V. in District 2. Of course, she wasn't hurt because of her Mockingjay costume.
This was probably the third time I've seen her with actual emotion. The first was her victory tour at District 11, and the second was the kiss she and Peeta shared at the beach during the Quarter Quell.
I didn't mind her being there since she was unconscious and that there was a white curtain that separated us from view. But after a few days, my doctor began to take my morphling away. He said that I didn't need it, but I think he was just afraid of me becoming more addicted to it. Now, they keep sending a doctor in to talk about my feelings. He is so annoying! Why can't everyone just leave me alone?
I hear a moan coming from Katniss's side of the room. Slowly, I slide out of bed, barefoot, and yank the curtain between us to the side.
Katniss's eyes show surprise, as if she didn't know I was sharing the same room as her. I also catch a glimpse of fear in her eyes, but it quickly passes. "I'm alive," she tells me, her voice weak.
I can't resist rolling my eyes at that. Sarcastically, I say, "No kidding, brainless."
I walk closer to her and plop myself on her bed as she studies me carefully. I grin and ask, "Still a little sore?" before reaching towards her morphling drip.
I plunge it into my own arm. She raises her eyebrows with question. "They started cutting back my supply a few days ago. Afraid I'm going to turn one of the freaks from Six. I've had to borrow from you when the coast was clear. Didn't think you'd mind." I explain to her.
Katniss lets out a little sigh. I sigh too as morphling begins to enter my bloodstream. "Maybe they were onto something in Six. Drug yourself out and paint flowers on your body. Not such a bad life. Seemed happier than the rest of us, anyway." I say.
We begin to talk more about my idiot doctor and the rebellion until Gale comes in.
I unhook the morphling from my arm and reattach it back to Katniss. I smirk a little at Katniss, saying, "Your cousin's not afraid of me," as I nudge Gale with my hip. "Are you, gorgeous?" I laugh as I exit the room. Slowly, I feel my old self coming back together.
On my way back, I bump into Finnick. He immediately throws his arms around me, his eyes shining with unbelievable happiness. "I'm going to marry Annie!" He whispers excitedly in my ear.
I pull back from the hug and smile widely at Finnick. "Congratulations! When's the wedding?"
"In a few days," he replies. I grin and congratulate him again before walking back to the hospital.
The wedding is amazing, although it is nothing like parties in the Capitol. A few decorations are hanged up on the walls and a lone fiddler plays wedding songs. I clap with everyone else as Finnick and Annie kiss for the first time as a married couple. It's nice to know that Finnick will have someone who makes him so happy for the rest of his life.
The fiddler changes tunes into a cheerful song. Everyone begins to dance until only a handful of us aren't. Katniss is one of them.
I march over to her and hiss, "Are you going to miss the chance to let Snow see you dancing?" Katniss bursts into an unexpected grin as she rushes over to her sister.
Her sister's name is Primrose, and she is so adorable and innocent. I can tell by the way Katniss dances with her that she loves Prim a lot.
I bite my lip as I think of all of my siblings, dead and buried in the hard ground back in District 7. But I refuse to cry and I force a smile so Finnick and Annie do not see me.
I linger at the party, mostly at the food table as people begin to try starting a conversation with me. But I brush them off as I pick up a cookie from the dessert table. I can automatically tell that Peeta did it, because Katniss once told me he was a baker. The cookie is swirled with beautiful icing colors. I bite and begin to chew as a thought comes to my mind. Maybe life in District 13 isn't so bad. And I pray to any higher being, if there is one, that Peeta may return back to normal and love Katniss again.
