The clip board woman came back an hour later, in the meantime I had bitten my nails down even worse than I had in the Capitol. I was nervous and scared that I might have to be held back from seeing Finnick if either of us wasn't well enough. I layed in my bed, checking over my bruises and cuts from my time in the Capitol. I had a bandaged up thigh and a stitched upper eyebrow and lip. Blue yellow and purple bruises were scattered all over my body but apart from that and the outline of a boot print on my stomach, I was fine. I was better than I thought but. The doctors had done their best on erasing the physical wounds but the mental scars would forever remain. "Good evening, Annie. May I take your temperature?" The calming clip board woman with the name badge 'Elthia' slipped into the room. She looked about 30 and her mahogany hair was swept from her face and tied in a messy bun, her eyes were light brown with green flecks, she was quite slim but her face was quite rounded. I slowly nodded and a small disk was pressed onto my forearm. It was cold and little goosebumps formed around it. After a few seconds, Elthia removed the disk and pressed a few buttons whilst it made high pitched beeps. "wonderful." She smiled showing her overlapping teeth that would never be acceptable in the Capitol but were quite normal in the districts. "Did you see Finnick?" I said in a hushed tone. "Yes, I did. He's doing very well." She cheekily smiled and I had a glimpse of hope that I would be rejoined with him soon. She asked a few questions about how I felt and if I had felt sick at anytime, those kind of questions, then left to confer with the doctor. I had been waiting for an hour and I was so tired. I decided a 10 minuet nap would be a good idea so I settled down and wrapped the sheets around me, wishing that Finn was there to keep me warm and safe. After a while I was asleep.
I was alone in the cell. Pictures of dead Finnick covered the walls and Capitol freaks stared at me through a glass wall, pointing at me. Mocking me, taunting me, jeering at me, giggling at my battered body and my unsightly hair. "Oh goodness, isn't she a mess?!" A woman so skinny she resembled a skeleton remarked. "Why does the Lord plague the earth with such beasts?" a scowling man scoffed. "She thought she was so safe, obviously not." A skinny, sucked in weirdo nasally squealed. Suddenly peacekeepers everywhere. My hands were pushing my ears harder and harder but the taunts got louder, the pictures got more gruesome, the peacekeepers multiplied.
I woke up sweating. It was just a nightmare. I'm fine. I had been asleep for 30 minuets, the time was 19:42. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Elthia whispered. "I have to see him now." I sobbed into the blanket. "Well, Annie you're in luck." her warm hand stroked my shoulder, comfortingly. "At 20:00 you can come and see Finnick." She smiled. I looked up and stopped crying. "I have to get dressed! Oh, my hair is a mess!" I panicked "Come on then, lets get you sorted." She winked. I stumbled from the bed and rushed to the square toilet room. I freshened up, brushed my hair and put it in a loose pony tail; the way Finn liked it best, brushed my teeth and quickly showered. In the water my bruises became more visible against my pale skin and the bandage around my thigh began to peel off, revealing the nasty gash. I hurriedly finished and dressed back into my hospital gown. Outside the door, Elthia was waiting with a pile of clothes that had been recently made. A knitted blue jumper and a long peach coloured cotton skirt. I smiled a big goofy smile as it was similar to what I'd wear in the winter in District Four. I told the calming woman about my thigh bandage and she quickly replaced it, within seconds. I scrambled back into the bathroom and threw on the clothes, adjusting the skirt so it ended where my feet began and so Finnick wouldn't see the evidence of tourture. The sleeves on the sky blue jumper covered my hands. I liked it that way, so he wouldn't see my bitten nails. I wondered who made these clothes. They felt like they were for me, like somebody was awaiting my return to the Districts just to make these clothes. I was physically ready for seeing Finnick but mentally I definitely was not. "Time to go, Annie." Elthia called for me. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall; 19:57. I gasped, thinking I would be late for meeting my best friend, boyfriend, lover, other half again.