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Her small chest remains still. Her eyelids are closed, and her small lips slightly open.
She looks so small and innocent, my chest hurts, all the pain I felt after my first games returning to me, I remember holding her still body in my arms, burying her in flowers and then seeing her face on a screen in district 11. When I cant look at her anymore, when the pain becomes too much, I force myself to tear my eyes away from her small still body, and glance around the rest of the room, I see Gloss, Cashmere, Wiress, Mags and other tributes from the quarter quell, and I feel another stab of pain, this time for Finnick.
Haymitch walks up beside me and I ask him quietly
"Did they ever find Finnicks body?" he sighs and looks down at the tributes.
"I don't think so, but he could be in the parts of the capitol they haven't searched.." he responds just as quietly. Hope sparks in my chest and I glance over at the small thin body of Mags.
After along silence, President Paylor walks to my side and speaks gently.
"I am going to take Peeta, Effie and Finley up to your hotels, but I will leave some of my guards with you, so you may come back when you please, I understand this is hard, Mrs Mellark."
I turn to her "No its fine, I'm done here, I will come up with you."
"Ok then, off we go, the doctors expect that it will take about a month to revive all the tributes, so that is how long you will be staying. We also may need you help tracking down the tributes families, and we need to work out what to do with the tributes with no family."
We walk long several corridors, and then reach a glass elevator, we are quickly lead out to a long black car.
A short ride later we arrive at a large building, we enter, and president Paylor marches up to the front desk and asks for our room keys.
I look out the large window, our apartment is huge, three bedrooms, even though we only need two, a giant lounge area, a massive bathroom and a big, white kitchen. There are several large windows looing out onto the big capitol buildings and streets.
The scene below me is busy and bright, even though the sun is beginning to set, turning the large sky bright orange.
I don't know how long I stand there, but when Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, telling me its time for bed I don't resist, and let him pull me towards the large white bed.
The next morning, we take a black car back to the hospital, Paylor had called this morning, saying that Glimmer had finally begun to move and talk in her sleep, The doctors expect her to wake up sometime later today.
We arrive at the hospital, and are immediately taken back to the large room with all the tributes. We then walk over to Glimmers bed where Paylor, Haymitch and many doctors stand clustered around her bed.
I push past them and see her perfect body laying there, her perfect hair, and eyebrows. I take note of the heart monitor that beeps slowly beside her.
"Is she alive?" I ask
"Yes, however she is unconscious, but recently started moving, and talking… and screaming" a young capitol doctors says.
The doctors start taking he blood for tests, and injecting her with a needle.
After a while all the doctors and Paylor stand back, I look at Haymitch in confusion, and he motions for me to stand back as well.
After about thirty seconds, my confusion grows, and I am about to open my mouth and ask a question, but suddenly the girl in the bed starts to move.
She starts to thrash and the heart monitor beside her begins to beep frantically, she begins to scream, long high pitched screams, I stare at her in horror, glad that Finley was not here to see this.
She slowly stops thrashing, and her screams fade into sobs, her whole body shaking, and her eyes still closed.
After a long moment, her sobs slowed, and her chest began to rise and fall steadily.
Then finally, her eyes opened. The doctors gave her a moment to take everything in, before they slowly began to approach her, when one of the doctors brandished a needle from under his white coat, she jumped, and shrank back into her pillows.
I jump when Haymitch whispers in my ear,
"Talk to her sweetheart, she needs to see someone she recognises"
I step forward hesitantly, her green eyes fall on me. I smile at her, hoping it seems reassuring, but knowing me, it probably just looks patronizing.
"Um…Glimmer," I say "I'm Katniss, or 'fire girl', I think that's what you called me, you were in the 74th games, but you died, but some doctors invented this medicine, that makes you come alive again." I say awkwardly.
She looks at me in confusion.
"Will she remember?" I hear Peeta say to Haymitch.
"They don't think so, but its possible" he says quietly.
"Glimmer, do you remember anything?" a doctor asks.
"I remember pain, and buzzing" Glimmer replies quietly, her voice raspy. A wave of guilt crashes over me,
'I put an innocent girl through this, I put so many innocent people through so much!' My desperate thoughts race around my head, my guilt and pain increasing. When it become too much I run out of the room, running through endless corridors, until I find an exit.
I run into a bright green garden, and drop to my knees, wrapping my hands around my head.
My breathing is heavy, and I rock back and forth, images of the games, and the war swirling around my head. i think of Prim, Rue, Finnick, everyone that I killed, all the peacekeepers who were just doing there job, all the men, women and children that I killed.
But there is one death I do not regret, I will never regret the death of President Snow.