Katniss and Clove: Chapter Seven
Cato and I were taken to a pleasant little office and offered a glass of wine. We barely finish the beverage when we are ushered onto the train and reunited with our mentors and escort. We are given an outline of the days' events - good just what I need, another list. We are given a quick tour of the facilities of the train given we will be on it for some hours.
I have been on a train twice before - once for a training assessment over a year ago and once before that for a medical appointment. I always remember those appointments together, perhaps it's because of the train. I had been looking forward to the journey the first time, but they told me I was taken ill on the journey into the Capitol, I don't recall the trip or even getting off the train.
I had woken up in the hospital feeling very unwell. They told me how lucky I was, they had found a problem in my stomach and were able to operate straight away. They must have been very good because I don't even have a scar - I bled for days afterward from my privates and then never bled again. Thank god because my periods had been getting in the way of my training, with all the cramps and pain, and of course the bleeding.
The second time was about six months later. I went back to that building, the same doctor came to see how I was recovering, he watched me performing in all the physical testing and marked off my results on his clipboard. Funny the way the mind works, making me remember all that as I step onto the train. I just feel bloody lucky they caught it when they did, whatever it was.