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Haymitch

He wasn't allowed on the ride into the Capitol. He tried to fight his way through but he ended up here in solitary. They have given him a time out till the rescue mission was over.

Finnick and Gale were on the plane along with a few soldiers. Katniss is probably in her room. They tried to sneak into the hovercraft when they were caught by two soldiers. They tried to wrestle their way through which obviously wasn't a good idea. They next thing they knew, they were whisked away back to their rooms and locked in until the others got back. Pure stupidity.

She was on his list. Hell, she was on Finnick's and Katniss's list. They had to get her back.

"Get her back." He whispered to Finnick after they finished going through the plan for the fifth time that night.

"The roses. They were for you too." Finnick looked over.

He rubbed his face with his palms and let them fall to the table.

"She is on my list. After Annie and Peeta. She is on my list."

"Thank you." He sighed.

He laid on his bed for what felt like hours. Staring at the ceiling. His mind just wouldn't shut down. Times like this he wished he had his hands on a bottle of whiskey.

He looked over at the clock. It has only been twenty minutes since their departure.

His eyes wandered to the rest of the room. Just a small table, a chair and a metal cabinet for all his clothes. He wanted to hit something. No.

He let all the different scenarios play in his mind over and over and over again.

Her laying on the ground, bleeding and dead. Her being tortured and screaming till her voice was hoarse. Them slicing her skin open with blades so sharp they could cut bones like paper. Or they could burn her alive like they did with his family. Or they could poison her and she could be dead already.

"DAMN IT!" It was all his fault. If only they were more careful. If only he kept his hands to himself. If only he got her here with him in the first place. If only…

He got out of bed and kicked the chair away from the table.

His foot throbbed but it didn't matter. The pain felt good.

For the next hour, he destroyed everything in his room. The chair had its severed leg wedged under the cabinet. The table was dented on one side and lying on the floor. The floor and walls had scratches all over them. His knuckles were bruised and bleeding. He was sweating all over.

Calming himself down, he went to the sink and started inhaling water like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He drank till he was choking and he finally turned the water off. Still coughing, he leaned his head against the cool metal sink.

He stepped into the shower with all his clothes on and let the steady stream of water drench his whole body. The ice cold water felt warm against his burning body. He let the water run till it stopped. The daily limit of five minutes was up. His eyes were sore. His clothes were weighing him down, his shoes were filled with water. He slide down against the wall and sat there, exhausted.

Everything was exhausting these days. Dealing with the war, dealing with Katniss, dealing with Coin, worrying about Peeta, worrying about Effie and everyone else who were captured. He hasn't slept in forever. Every time he close his eyes, the nightmares flash across his mind. It used to be bearable with the alcohol. Now, it was all so exhausting. So he sat there. And for a moment, he allowed himself to feel.

He was there for quite a while, his skin was dry and goose bumps were forming. Then he heard the knocking on his door and a code unlocking the door.

He darted out of the shower as fast as he could and met face-to-face with Plutarch.

"They are back. They are being sent to the medical wing now."

He nudged him out of the way and sprinted out of the door. His shoes squishing beneath him, leaving wet footprints in his trail. It must be late now because there were almost no one in the corridors. But it weren't the case on the medical wing. It was bustling with nurses and doctors and people on gurneys.

He watched from a corner, panting, eyes darting to each corner of the floor. There were people barking orders, calling out medical terms, transferring people from the hovercraft onto the beds set out across the floor.

Then he saw Finnick with Annie. Several nurses pushing her in while Finnick held on tightly to her hand. He wanted to go over and ask him how everything went but he didn't want to interrupt them. So he stood there, staring in the direction of where they came from and hoped. Hoping she would come through those doors.

As the chaos slowly died down, he was starting to lose hope. He didn't realise he was shaking until he felt a towel being wrapped around his shoulders. He jumped and turned around so fast, he almost hit the nurse who dropped the towel on the ground.

"I am sorry I scared you but you are gonna catch a cold like that." She said picking the towel up and handed it to him.

"Thank you." He nodded and she left.

Katniss went to Peeta as soon as she got there. Finnick as far as he knew never left Annie's side. He was by Johanna's side when a sole nurse rolled in one more gurney. His eyes trailed them till he saw her face.