"You said that she'd be safe." Dr. Aurelius sighed looking at the factory worker sitting on a crate in the shade of the factory. They were talking at their usual meeting place. The worker looked at the photograph of Anastasia in her dress military uniform standing at attention against the backdrop of the District 13 flag. " You said that she was almost spotted by Capital craft."

"She was. And we keep our young soldiers as safe as we can." Dr. Aurelius said. "We don't send the seventeen year olds into overtly dangerous situations. She was pulled from the field once she spotted the hovercrafts on the radar." He paused. "I understand your concerns, though."

"How long can you protect her, Jim?" The worker asked tiredly. "The way things are now – in this climate?" Even though his district was in rebellion, they still had to watch their words.

"You're right." Dr. Aurelius said. "I can't protect her forever. But you've protected her for seventeen years." He looked at his friend with sincerity. "She's spent seventeen years eating three square meals, getting educated, and seventeen years not living in fear." The worker was silent. "She knows that your actions have protected her. She hasn't taken you for granted."

"I know." The worker said as a tear slid down his face. He looked at the picture again. "I'll show it to the others. They'll know she's fighting for us. Just like I'm fighting for her."

"That's the spirit." Dr. Aurelius said embracing his friend.

"The wife will like this." The worker said pointing to the picture grinning. "She appreciates any and all your updates and says hi."

"No problem." They embraced one more time with the obligatory slap on the back before Dr. Aurelius departed to make his way back to District 13.

Dr. Aurelius thought about his last meeting with his friend and sighed. He paced the room adjacent to the Command center. Things were unfolding quickly on the rebels' end. The Third Quarter Quell was underway and he already had a list of potential patients if everything went well in getting the rebel victors out of the arena. He looked at his notepad:

Katniss Everdeen: Seventeen years old. Twice entered into the Hunger Games. Complicated relationship with Peeta Mellark. Pending separation from her sister and Gale Hawthorne for an indefinite time. Lingering trauma from first games and from childhood (loss of father, maternal neglect due to depression) Candidate for rebel figurehead. Will need help negotiating this role along with dealing with above issues. INTENSIVE TEAM APPROACH NEEDED

Beetee Tesla: Forty-eight years old. Entered into the Hunger Games. Widowed after twenty years of marriage to Wiress Tesla (Carpenter). Direct witness to her death while physically impaired due to injuries during the Quarter Quell. Has taken on immense physical and mental caregiving for Wiress during their marriage. Focus will be on alleviating guilt.

Johanna Mason: Whole family murdered by Capital. Covers grief with hostility and aggression. Team approach needed.

Finnick Odair: Will create a treatment plan upon his arrival. Team approach needed

"So, are they salvageable?" Dr. Aurelius looked up sharply. President Coin was standing over his shoulder.

"Are you asking if they can hit the ground running?" Dr. Aurelius asked trying not to glare at the Commander in Chief. Coin stared at him unblinking. "With the right treatment and support in place, I believe they will be an asset to the rebellion, Madame President."

"Good." Coin said. Her communicuff buzzed. "The Mockingjay is about ready to blow out the arena. They're coming. Get ready."

"Yes, Madame President." Dr. Aurelius grabbed his notepad and patted himself on the back mentally for spending the last few days going over treatment plans mainly for Katniss but also for Beetee. Things were picking up at a dizzying speed indeed. He grabbed his medical bag and several field-trauma kits as he would oversee the Mockingjay and her fellow victors' medical care en route to the district. As he boarded the hovercraft, he thought about another seventeen year old girl and what the rebels' presence might mean for her life.