Ok, this one isn't as long as my last chapter, but it's still pretty long. And I don't think it's as good…but I just liked the fight in my last chapter. I love fights… :) Well anyway, how awesome am I for updating so soon? You're welcome! And I promise something exciting will happen soon! I'm just figuring out how to build up to it….so bear with me, okay? ;)

I wake up in my old hospital room, the one I first woke up in when they revived me. Nothing has changed, I see; the plain, depressing white décor and stainless steel tools making me feel like I'm in a giant refrigerator. I move my arm to feel my throbbing head and wince as I remember it's broken.

I'm going to kill that bastard.

My head hurts almost as bad as when I first came out of the Games. And, much like before, the door opens. But it's not Doctor McDonald who walks through this time, its The Boyd, followed by Enobaria.

"Oh, thank God you're awake." Enobaria rushes toward me. "I talked to Cashmere and Gloss but they're angrier at us then we are at them, I think. I swear to God, I'm going to kill that boy if this affects your training in any way…"

"Okay, Enobaria, give her some time. She just woke up." The Boyd says, stepping up next to Enobaria. She's wearing a white pinstriped pantsuit with a white doctor's coat over it. Not exactly the best fashion.

"She is my tribute. I can ask her whatever I want as soon as I want." Enobaria snarls.

Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

I sit up—well, as much as I can without passing out again from the pain—and clear my dry throat. "How long have I been out?" I ask.

"It was about to be four days, if you stayed asleep a few hours longer." The Boyd informs me.

"And what about…Marvel?" I ask, a wave of fury crashing over me just speaking his name. "Is he worse than me?"

The Boyd sighs. "Well, in terms of physical injury, I would say yes. He's very beat up. Marvel has a few broken ribs, and the cut on his arm is deeper than I had thought. And his shoulder…he can barely move his left arm. The stab was deep." I try to hide my confusion. How did he get broken ribs? I never really hurt him, except for the stabbing…. "Although I'm not happy about this whole thing, I must say that was a great stab. I'm sure that if he had not moved, you would have damaged the nervous system severely, thank God you didn't. He would be paralyzed in half of his body. Unfortunately, you did hit a nerve, but it's only a little severed. I expect it to heal within two weeks maximum, though.

"You, however…" the Boyd sighs, once again. "With the advanced medicine of the capitol, your broken arm should be healed by the end of the week. But your head….Well, let's just say that we're very lucky that kick didn't kill you. Marvel kicked you in the exact spot you were hit in the arena. That was very, very dangerous. We thought you…."

"We thought you wouldn't wake up." Enobaria finishes. "All thanks to Marvel, you could've been dead. Forever this time. Do you know how badly our army would be set back if we lost you, Clove? I think that little shit deserves way more than the punishment their giving—"

"Enobaria, please. That's enough." The Boyd cuts in.

Enobaria turns so that she's facing The Boyd. "Listen, Boyd. Don't tell me what to do." She spits. "This is all your precious little niece's fault. If she wasn't such a prissy in the arena, she wouldn't have been dead, and Marvel wouldn't have had anything to bitch about!"

The Boyd looks furious, but she doesn't say anything. Enobaria continues.

"You know what? Landon wanted us to make an attack this week. And thanks to Marvel, they res will have to go without the four of them. Thank God we have more people stationed elsewhere. We're already running out of time. Clove, Cato, Glimmer, and Marvel were supposed to make their appearances this week, and we have no idea how everyone will react. Do you think we can do that with half of them seriously injured?"

The Boyd looks like she's about to say something, but Enobaria goes on anyway. "And you know what else? District One has never had the strongest tributes. But these two are by far the weakest I have seen in a long, long time. We would be better off without Glimmer and Marvel being revived! It was just a waste of money and time! They are totally, completely useless! If they don't die the second we start battle, I'll kill them myself!" Enobaria yells at the Boyd.

The Boyd looks indescribably angry. She opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it again. After a moment, she takes out a bottle of pills from her coat pocket and slams them down hard on my bedside table. "Take one every four hours." She tells me through clenched teeth. Then, she spins on her heel and slams the door behind her.

Enobaria sighs angrily and leans back against the table, putting her hands to her temples and closing her eyes. I don't say anything for I fear she'll rip my throat out. Literally, since she's been known to do that. But then Enobaria speaks. "Clove, promise me something."

"What?"

"If you ever get the chance to kill that bastard, do it without a second thought."

"Which one?"

"All of them." Enobaria opens her silver eyes and looks at me. "Get some rest." And with that, she gets up and walks out of my room.

I sigh and lean back against my pillow, picking at my bulky cast. I don't need this crap on my arm, it'll heal fine with the medicine. After a few minutes, though, I decide it's impossible to get the thing off and I give up, surrendering myself to complete boredom.

I would just leave, but unfortunately I can barely bring myself to sit upright without the support of the pillow. It's like I'm starting from square one all over again. I hate Marvel for doing this to me. It's like I'm paralyzed. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I pass the time for the next few minutes by imagining all different kinds of deaths I could arrange for Marvel, plans to torture him. I'm smiling to myself when my door clicks open.

Glimmer steps in. She looks like hell, with dark circles under her normally lively green eyes and her long ringlets pulled back into a messy bun. I've never seen Glimmer step out of her bedroom without some extravagant outfit on, but today she's only wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Marvel.

Glimmer's neutral expression changes to one of sadness, and then almost to disgust when she sees me. "Oh. You're awake." She states plainly, surveying me with her tired eyes.

"Um…yeah." I say.

"Good." She closes the door behind her and leans against it for a moment before walking closer to me, standing about a foot away from my bed. "I just wanted to let you know that they're punishing Marvel. In a way that I strongly disagree with."

I raise my eyebrows, feeling better already. If Glimmer disagrees with it, it's gotta be good. "How?"

Glimmer looks around, as if something is going to pop out at her. "Well…they put him into one of those places you were in a while ago. Like the crazy rooms. But he told me it's not just sitting in a room. He said it's…worse."

"How?" I think. What could they possibly be doing to Marvel?

"I don't know, he said he couldn't tell me, and no one else will, either. But Landon is not happy. They're going to punish you, too." Glimmer says. I can't help but notice that she doesn't sound sympathetic when she says that last sentence, like she usually would, but almost…satisfied.

"The same way Marvel's being punished?"

"Probably." Then she looks away and mumbles something that I didn't catch.

"What?"

"I said, hopefully worse." She stares at me icily, her exhausted face stone-like.

I frown. "Glimmer, are you mad at me? For defending myself? It's not like I wanted to start a fight—"

"Oh, you always want to start a fight, Clove." Glimmer interrupts me. I don't protest, because this is true.

"Well, so what? He had it coming to him. I wasn't planning on starting a fight."

"But you were egging him on. You wanted to, Clove, and you know it. So you did, and where did it get you? In a hospital bed and in a ton of trouble."

"It was worth it." I mumble, looking away from her.

"Clove, you almost killed him! And not to mention you almost killed yourself in the process, too! You were really about to stab him. Over a silly fight. Marvel is like that sometimes, too. I just don't get why we all take lives when it's unnecessary! In the Games I'm fine with it; it's how you survive, obviously. But killing people who are supposed to be your allies just for fun?" Glimmer shakes her head, looking disgusted.

I narrow my eyes at her. "If you're trying to get me to apologize, or stop killing people or something like that, it's not going to happen. Also, I don't think I should be preached to by the one who brutally murdered an innocent doctor!"

"He was a rebel!" Glimmer protests. "It needed to be done."

"Look, Glimmer. I know Marvel is your boyfriend and crap, but I hate him."

"I know you do. I was in the Hunger Games with you, and for the big part of it that I wasn't, I watched on tape. I saw you and Marvel bicker every five seconds. I saw your fist fights, your little quarrels. But can't you just put it behind you?"

"Clove doesn't put anything behind her." Cato says from the door. I hadn't noticed he was there; he must have just come in. He closes the door and crosses over to my bed, standing closer to me than Glimmer was.

"Are you okay?" he asks me. His face looks grim and determined; a look I haven't seen since we were in the arena.

"I'm fine." I answer back, sighing.

"Oh, shit, Clove. Your head." He touches the mark where Marvel kicked me. "They told me…that you might've died, and I kind of…well…."

"Oh yeah, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you about." Glimmer says, her voice sober. "Cato sort of…beat up Marvel."

I feel myself smile. "Really?"

"Yeah." Cato smiles modestly. "I only broke six ribs and gave him some bruises, but I couldn't let him get away with doing that to you, the bastard."

Glimmer cleared her throat, as if to remind us she was right there.

"That's the third time today that I've heard Marvel called a bastard." I say, smiling. "Thanks, Cato. Since obviously I couldn't finish the job…"

"You are heartless people!" Glimmer frowns, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Aw, come on, Glimmer…couldn't you find it in your heart to forgive us?" I ask her with fake politeness.

"Yeah, I mean, we did support you all throughout the Games…well, the whole week you were there." Cato smirks.

Glimmer glares at us, and I must admit it's a little frightening. She looks between the two of us, her voice quiet and completely sincere. "What Marvel and Clove were talking about when they were fighting really got me thinking. You never thought of me as a contender in those Games, did you?"

Cato scoffs. "We didn't think of anyone as a contender in the Games."

Glimmer rolls her eyes. "But you never even thought I had a chance of winning. All because Cashmere made me play the ditzy blonde. You guys put me through tough times in the Hunger Games."

"Newsflash, Glimmer. We all went through tough times in the Games. And you know what they say…what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I tell her.

Glimmer looks horrified. "It did kill me!"

I frown. "Oh yeah. Well maybe it still applies…"

Glimmer scoffs and shakes her head. "Honestly? I don't think I can ever forgive you. Not completely. Even if I tell myself to, I just can't. And if I'm really honest with myself, I would say that sometimes I wish they never revived you. Especially after what just happened."

Cato turns his attention to Glimmer, that serious look on his face again. "What?"

Glimmer looks scared for a moment, but then she holds her head up and stands firm. "I said I would have been better off you two weren't revived."

Oh, if only I could stand. But the tension in the room alone was almost making me pass out again.

Cato takes a step toward Glimmer. "Do you want to end up in the hospital room with your boyfriend? Because I can make it happen in a second." he hisses. "I deserved to win those Games. I almost did. So did Clove. But you and Marvel?" he shakes his head, laughs. "You didn't stand a chance. Never did."

"Oh, really?"

"Really."

Glimmer narrows her eyes. Then, so quick I almost don't see it happen, her fist goes toward Cato's face. But Cato is quicker and catches her fist in his own before it makes contact with his face. Taking advantage of the dangerous hold he has on her, Cato spins Glimmer around so that she's facing away from him, positioned to break her arm. Much like the situation I was in with Marvel just the other day.

"Do you really want to start a fight with me?" Cato hisses into Glimmer's ear. Just as Glimmer is about to reply, my door clicks open, once again. This time, Felix steps in, followed by Cashmere.

Cashmere gasps the second they walk into the room to see Cato about to break Glimmer's arm.

"Cato!" Felix crosses over to them quickly and pulls the two apart forcefully. "This has got to stop, you guys! I just come in here to talk to Clove about not fighting, and what do I walk in on? A fight!" Felix sighs and puts a hand on his forehead. "I don't know what is with you kids, but it needs to stop."

Cashmere is now standing protectively by Glimmer, and Cato is back at my bedside. "I wasn't actually going to break her arm." Cato mumbles.

"I don't care!" Felix sighs. Then he looks to Cashmere. "Go get him."

Cashmere nods, looking a little nervous. She walks out of the room, only to reappear a minute later with a very beat up blonde boy in tow. His right arm is in a sling, and he's got a bruise on his jaw line, but that's all I can see.

Marvel's eyes instantly narrow as they find me, and mine narrow right back. "You woke up?" he asks, disappointment shielded with his fury.

I don't answer him. But I smirk when I see that Marvel backs off a little, noticing Cato right beside me. I see Cato smirk, too.

Marvel instantly goes to Glimmer's side and wraps an arm around her. Felix sighs. "Alright, everyone…wait, we need Enobaria." He walks toward the door but Enobaria steps through it that second anyway, closing it behind her. "I'm here." She says, going to stand at the foot of my bed, against the wall.

Felix sighs. "Okay. You're all here because Landon wanted me to talk to you about this…behavior of yours. I understand that as former tributes, tensions may still be high. But that does not mean you can go around stabbing people." He says with a pointed look at me. "Clove, you started this—"

"Clove did not start this." Enobaria interrupts. "She did not start anything. She was defending herself. Marvel brought the examples a little too far, and Clove had every right to fight back."

Felix sighs. "Yes, I know, Enobaria. But that's not the point. The point is that they shouldn't be fighting at all in general. If it's a drill in training, that's fine, obviously. But Landon is not going to tolerate any more of this. We're going to take action soon, and we can't do that if we have some of our best people in hospital beds. Alright?"

No one responds.

Felix sighs. "Alright?" he repeats.

"Alright." A few of us mutter.

"Good. I'm going to bed. Stay out of trouble…."

I notice Glimmer whispering something to Marvel as Felix makes his way out of the room, followed by Cashmere. Then Marvel's eyes move to Cato's face, and he scowls.

"Why did you touch her?" Marvel snarls at Cato.

Cato just shrugs. "She was being a bitch."

Marvel's eyes widen with fury and he storms toward Cato, shoving him with his only good hand. I shrink back into my uncomfortable hospital bed, silently praying that no one would come near me because I think if I was so much as poked I would pass out. I look to Enobaria, but she's just watching the scene go down with an amused look on her face. When she sees me looking, she hands me a Jell-o cup. "I was supposed to give this to you." She explains. "Sorry if it tastes like crap."

Marvel throws a punch at Cato's cheek, and he hits it. Cato puts a hand to his face, scowling at Marvel with a look of death on his face. Cato grabs Marvel by the shirt then and practically throws him across the room, and he smashes into my bedside table. I scoot a little closer to the wall, eating my Jell-o peacefully and watching the fight.

Dinner and a show, how nice.

I hear Marvel yelp. He doesn't even get up. I can't see Marvel anymore but I can see Cato, and he has a victorious smile on his face. Glimmer runs out into the hallway, probably to get Felix.

I cautiously peer over my bed and smile when I see Marvel sprawled out on the floor next to it. Blood is pouring from his right arm, the one that's already kind of paralyzed from my stab.

"Nice, Cato." Enobaria congratulates. "But you should probably clean that up, before—"

"THAT'S IT!" Felix yells.

Good thing I'm half dead over here. Hopefully I'll be spared from the wrath of Felix….