Sorry for the wait ;S

I shift around irritably trying to find a comfortable position, on this rigid, so called bed. My head pounds in time with my heart and my blood rushes in my ears. It's like I'm in a cocoon of pain, where everything from the outside is background noise. My eyes strain against their sockets, and all I want to do was fall into oblivion and escape. I only have one question rushing through my head: What's wrong with me?

…

From the rumpled bed sheets I rise and I blink a few times to clear my vision. I sit up on my elbows and observe the area upon me. The faded green walls with streaks where it had been cleaned, and the fresh air scent, must mean I can only be in one place. The hospital.

I don't remember much before my mind wandered off, and my eyes drooped. The visage of a nurse obstructs me seeing any further. "Hey Clove," she puts on sympathetic grin before backing away from the bed, and she starts writing whatever on her clipboard.

I sit up promptly to find myself in them horrendous hospital gowns. Who the hell undressed me?! Or did I do it myself but just can't remember?

The nurse looks gravely at her clipboard, before letting a breath or air out. "Clove don't worry -"I'll just tell her!" Cato in the corner of the room jumps out his seat looking taut. Has he been there all that time? She looks between us tight-lipped as if distressed. "Okay just one more thing. You're now allowed to leave. Cato will tell you the rest. Oh and I was wondering, can I get an autograph for my- Anyway I'm really sorry Clove and I wish you the best" She awkwardly smiles before wringing her hands then vanishing. I guess Cato gave her the glowering gaze. Wish me the best for what?

I wrinkle my nose due to the disinfectant odor. I take my eyes of the door and turn to Cato, who I doubt blinked since the nurse left. I maneuver my head forward waiting for him to say something. His shadows blocking me from the light, so I squint my eyes to make him out eying my body.

"Yeah I wanna go home, so if you could speed up the process," I mutter snatching the bleak sheets off me. "Wear are my cloth-" he points directly towards the crook of the room where my heels and clothes lie.

I raise my eyebrows at him in appreciation and hop of the iron bed, stepping onto the numbing floor tiles, making me grimace.

He fixes his eyes on me as I walk over to my clothes. My back feels bare as I saunter across the room. I stop in confusion and try to look down at my back. "Wh- you couldn't have told me it was open?" I snarl closing the string. He's busy staring at me butt as I continue to amble towards my clothes. Luckily my underwear's still on.

I pick up my shirt that's positioned next to my bow tie and whirl around. I press my lips together fixing my eyes on him. I look shame-faced between him and the door. "Well," I point in the direction of the door which he should be leaving out of.

He leans on the bed looking at me quizzically. "What I've seen you naked before. Plus you're not even naked," he gestures his hands in front of him looking hostile.

For a second I actually feel intimated by Cato. I throw at him a glare before swinging around. I bite the inside of my cheek while I remove my hospital gown. "So … what was wrong with me then?" I hate silent moments. The only time I allow silence is when I'm by myself.

"Er… she said it was er… due to…" he pauses for a brief moment, then smacks his lips as if confused. "Due to fa…tigue," he prolongs the word fatigue as if it was two separate words. But I guess he's right. After that deep trance, I can sincerely affirm that I feel re-born. Headaches gone, plus I don't feel the warm putrid liquid rising up my gullet, along with the acidy bitter taste, which leaves me with that burning sensation in my mouth anymore.

After fastening my buttons on my shirt, I lift up the collar and bind my bow tie around my neck. The door suddenly opens ajar making brisk air hit smack my naked legs. "You migh-"She's getting changed!" Cato barks in the direction of the door.

I tenuously shake my head as I bend over to put on my, too tight leather pants.

"Yes sorry, but I just wanted to point out that the entrance of the hospital has been barricaded. Due to the 'fans', I suggest you go through the fire exit," she addresses Cato as I settle down on the seat to put on my boot heels.

"Well who told them we were here?" Cato gets off the bed he was leaning from, and steps forward towards the nurse. "I, I. No I never told anyone. Another nurse or someone else must have been here when we both left," she stammers backing away.

She turns to me wild-eyed. "Did you see anyone while we were gone?" She asks desperately along with Cato, who's clearly not as desperate. I clear my throat, shrugging as I rise from my seat to tuck in my shirt.

"That's a no. So that just leaves you. We checked in with fake names and YOU (!) were the only one at the reception," he gets right in her face pointing at her.

She looks at him pleadingly and backs away until she hits the cart. The impact makes some equipment drop the ground, making a clangorous reverberation.

I zip up my pants before interrupting there little conversation. "You can argue here and wait until they all come in," I raise my eyebrows folding my arms. "Or… we leave now through the fire exit to save trouble," I imply leaving with Cato on my heels. With a permanent scowl on his face as he leaves, he slams the door shut making another reverberating clang.

He catches up to me holding out my jacket. "Oh I forgot that," I say vacant looking, while grasping the collar of the jacket. "Wait fire exits down there," he clutches my arm bringing my down an abandoned corridor.

He lets go of my arm to attend his own. His hand goes up and down his arm as we abscond, past the endless lime pale walls. We quickly approach the door and Cato decides to boot it open with his foot.

I sigh for the fact that he could have easily just opened it by pressing the button.

The warm pleasant air greets us as we stare out onto the road covered in a blanket of mini stones. To the left fields and hills occupy the space. "Shit!" He curses under is breath, running his hand through his fair hair. "What?" I say placing my hands on my hips.

He shakes his head before "Nothing," rolls of his tongue. "We have to take the long way around. Come on let's go." he waves at me to follow him. He best know where he's going.

The cloud's abandoned us, leaving us with only the bare, shaded aqua sky. It must be about 6, since the skies have not turned inky black yet. My life! How long have I been sleeping?!

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We're finally in the Victors Village after about 20 minutes. Cato's long route got us away from all the cameras at least. But I'm tired again. I guess 10 hours of sleep wasn't enough?

The stream by the admirable looking flowers makes it hard for to look away. God I need to crash my eyes are getting droopy. "Bye!" I shout in the direction of Cato, while I bolt towards my house.

He shouts something back faintly as I knock loudly on the door. I tap my foot impatiently on the door mat when the door opens wide to reveal Amaro. "You!" He looks at me as if he's about to hit. "Need to stop going off like that," he points at me before pulling me in for a hug.

His embrace is snug, and his husky, brawny arms seem very protective when he wraps them around my slender body. The phones echoing buzz ruins the whole moment. My sister gallops down the steps and grasps the phone. She looks at me a little surprised before shoving the phone near my face. I honestly don't get her.

Amaro releases me letting my snatch the phone out Kassia's hands. I give her a cocky grin when she walks past. "Hello," I breathe out onto the phone. "Hello Clove it's me again. The nurse from the Hospital," A familiar voice declares.

"Yes," I lean on the wall while Amaro disappears from the face of the earth. "You're first check up is on Thursday at 9 am. Would you like to reschedule?" She asks sounding cheerful. "Oh yeah, why were you at the Hospi-"SHH!" I wave my brother away brining my attention back to the phone call.

"What check up? I" Why would I need a check up, it was just fatigue? "Your check up. We need to see how far along and if they're any problems. Cato said he would tell you…" her voice drifts of until she speaks no more. How far along…

"Yeah he did tell me. But not about the check up part." "Oh… okay well he wanted a check up and then he said that you will talk about it and see if anything can be done." I guess I can do that. I mean I don't want to be vomiting all the time due to fatigue. Hmm, I thought you just had to sleep to get over fatigue? Still not sure about the how far along part. I've not been vomiting for a long time so…

"I … I think you should talk to Cato." I hear rustling in the back ground then groaning. Sounds like someone's dying! "I'm sorry but I really have to go. See you tomorrow!" Then the line goes dead. I can tell why Cato didn't like her.

Time for a trip at Cato's. "Bye I'm going out!" I yell from the door, but my sister pops her head out the living room and decides to stall me. "Where?" She comes out arms folded. I've just come back from my trip to hell and this is how she responds to my arrival.

"Cato's," I sigh unlocking the door which I'm tempted to pull out the wall just to get out this place faster. "Cato's huh. Tell him I said hi," a mischievous grin sets upon her face which makes me cringe as I slam to door shut. She's up to something.

I step on the lush carpet of grass heading in the direction of his house. Check up. Check up. I swear you only go to a check up to see if you're… No wait you there are loads more reason why you check up. I hope.

I tap quickly on the door only because his parents might be in. Although by the looks of things, only the kitchen light in on. "Hi, please can I-" He's the one who answers the door. Shirtless and in a towel. His face Clove! His face! My mind yells.

I bite the inside of my cheek before he let's me in.

Sorry i could not finish it. Going on holiday tomorrow so i decided to carry on the rest in the next chapter! Thank you for the reviews!