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This chapter will be in Gale's POV, Prim's POV, and Katniss's POV. Mostly Katniss's.

Dislaimer: Nope, still don't own it. Poor me.

Chapter 7

(Gale's POV)

I woke up in a strange room of all white. I was lying in a bed, (yup it was white too), and my head was wrapped in thick gauze.

Where am I? I thought.

But I must've been thinking aloud because a woman replied, "You're in the Capitol Hospital. Don't you remember anything?"

I wracked my brain for any piece of information, but found I couldn't remember anything. Except one name. Katniss. "I don't remember anything," I told the lady, who was a nurse.

She looked worried. "Nothing? Do you know why you're here in the hospital?"

"No…" I said, quietly. "I must've hurt my head though, because there's gauze wrapped around it."

"Yes, dear," the nurse said, rushing out of the room

Well that was strange.

All of a siudden, the nurse was back with a strange man. But, for some reason, he seemed strangely familiar. "Do you know who I am, Mr. Hawthorne?" the man asked.

"No, sir." I looked at him, trying to figure out how I knew him. He seemed old, with white hair and a white beard. He had on a whitish-cream colored suit, and in his suit pocket, there was a white rose.

The man frowned. "But you must know why you're here. Don't you?"

"Um, no."

At that, the man got up and began muttering to the nurse, who nodded. I tried to listen, but I only heard bits and pieces.

"Goodbye for now, Mr. Hawthorne. But I shall see you again, very soon." With that, he was gone. All that was left of him was the scent of roses, too strong to smell good.

(Prim's POV)

I woke up in a big, white room. So this is what Heaven looks like, I thought. I tried to get up, but I was attached to a machine. My arm was stitched up in small, neat stitches, but I could still see the remnants of the cut I had given myself. I had wanted to die. I was going to die in the Games anyway. There was no point to living.

So with all the strength I had left, I pulled the morphine cord that attached me to the machine out of my arm. I was pretty sure that was all that was keeping me alive. And, again, I blacked out into nothingness. But compared to my reality, this was bliss.

(Katniss's POV)

When I woke up, I rolled over to talk to my little sister and as realization hit, I realized she was headed off to the games. I blinked rapidly to stop the tears. I don't cry. I can't. I won't.

I went downstairs and saw my mother preparing breakfast. Okay, this is a dream. Mother doesn't make breakfast. But when I opened my eyes, she was still there, focusing on the meal.

She looked up at me and laughed when she saw me gawking. "Katniss, I'm so sorry. For everything. I've been such a bad mother these last couple years. I guess I didn't know what to do after your father died. And now that Prim's gone and might not come back, I realized that I have to make each day count. I love you Katniss. Please forgive me."

My mouth felt like it'd been filled with sand. I couldn't believe that this was my mother. I began sobbing. "Yes, mother, I forgive you. I love you." She ditched the food and came over to wrap her arms around me. I smiled for the first time in a while.

Just then, our television set began blinking, signaling that there was a mandatory Capitol broadcast coming up. Mother and I sighed, but got up anyway. She finished preparing a small meal of bread and strawberries for us as I turned on the television.

We sat down on the couch and waited for the broadcast to begin. "What do you think it is?" I asked my mother, in between bites.

"Probably something about the Games," she said, staring at her hands. I could tell she was trying not to cry for Prim. I knew how she felt. I side-hugged her as Caesar Flickerman came onto the screen. Caesar was the Hunger Games "host", I guess you could call him. He broadcasted all the news from the Games.

He smiled a big, bright smile as he showed off his new blue hair, specially dyed for the 74th Hunger Games, as he said. "It is my pleasure to introduce our fabulous president, President Snow!" Caesar exclaimed.

Snow came onto the screen and I balled my fists. I hated him. "I am very sad to say that two of our fine tributes have injured themselves very badly on the train ride here. They were evidently not happy with our hospitality, as one of them cut up her arm, deeply, and the other, rammed his head into a wall, causing him to lose his memory. We have chosen to spare their lives from the typical punishment, execution." He paused for effect, and I looked at my mom. Her hands were clenched into such tight fists, they were turning white. President Snow continued. "Now, they will enter the arena with only the medical treatments we have given them so far. Let me make myself clear, this will not happen again, or I will punish both the tributes and their families and friends. Maybe even the districts. But now, I will reveal the tributes who tried to ruin the Hunger Games; say hello to Miss Primrose Everdeen and Mister Gale Hawthorne of District Twelve!"

I gasped and my mother broke out into sobs. But Snow wasn't done. The broadcast cut to shots of Gale and Prim in white hospital beds. Gale had gauze wrapped around his head, and his eyes looked cloudy. Prim was attached to a morphine machine with cords everywhere. She was very pale and her arm was stitched neatly from the shoulder-blade to her wrist. She looked out cold.

After that, the video was cut to Caesar again. "And that is your Hunger Games broadcast. Please, tributes, stay safe. Extra security measures have been put into play to ensure your safety before our beloved games." He smiled and winked for the camera, and his face faded to make way for the Capitol Seal, which popped up, signaling the end of the broadcast.

My mother was sitting straight up, her face pale, as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Come on, Mother, I'm going to lay you down. Why don't you rest for a little?" She didn't reply, so I just laid her down, covering her with a blanket.

I pulled on my hunting boots and my father's old jacket, and ran to the forest. Forgetting my promise not to cry, tears streamed down my cheeks. All I could think about was my poor little sister.

Please, Prim, stay safe.

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