Chapter 2 (Part 1) Katniss' POV
My vision was blurry, but I could hear Peeta calling my name so with the energy I had left, I called his name back. When Peeta rushed into the bathroom I could see him standing above me, although I couldn't decipher the expression on his face. I felt so lightheaded. It was like there was a sea inside me, filled with everything I am, pouring out and leaving me completely empty. At first the pain was severe, but after a few seconds everything went numb and I fell to the ground, or so I thought. I guess that's when Peeta heard me. A part of me wondered why he was in my house again, but then my mind wandered to the thought of what had just occurred. It feels like hours have passed, but it's only been a minute. Peeta runs to the phone by my bed side and calls for immediate assistance to the Mockingjay. Immediate assistance to the Mockingjay meant that all the best doctors, surgeons, and medics in the area drop whatever they are doing and come to my rescue. It seems like a very self-centered act, but it was Plutarch's idea. Plutarch approached the citizens of Panem with the law and since I was the face of the rebellion, everyone agreed and celebrated when it was passed. I wish they added Peeta's name to that law, I don't know what I would do if what has happened to me, happened to him. The Mockingjay can't make an immediate assistance call for someone else, only herself. I'm assuming now that I've lost a lot of blood because I can't even find the strength to open my eyes. I just feel bumping, pushing, and my throat is very dry. The odd thing is that my thoughts are coherent, I just can't speak and I don't understand what's going on around me. I don't mind it though, being shut off from the world, just for a little while. I know they will save me; they have to because I am the Mockingjay. Plus, Peeta will give up his own heart before he lets me die. I just hope he doesn't do that.
At this point my head is starting to ache like someone has thrown a brick at it multiple times and my entire body feels like it's on fire. I manage to let out a scream, for what I'm not sure. It's like my body is registering the pain and forcing me to react, but my mind isn't. Then I feel it. Something large and pointy is jabbed into my legs and arms and I quickly come to full consciousness. I see two people holding me down and two other people putting needles into my legs and arms, where I felt the pain. I pick up my head slightly and my eyes look around rapidly, and I finally realize that I am on my kitchen table. I know something has happened to me because I was conscious when it did and it wasn't too long ago, maybe five minutes. But I can't seem to remember anything because the drugs they've forced into my blood stream are making my eyelids heavier. Right before my eyes shut I look across the room and see Peeta, I give him a weak smile to let him know that I'll be okay, and then I drift off.
When my eyes shut, my memory becomes clearer and everything that has happened is replaying before me. "I'm cutting your wings Mockingjay," a voice from behind me says while I am braiding my hair in the bathroom mirror. The shadow that crept into my room grabs me from behind and starts to choke me. I can tell my attacker is a strong, older, man because of his deep voice and power over me. Then he injects tracker jacker venom into my chest, right below my heart, and it automatically paralyzes me. It must have been a strong dose or worse than tracker jacker venom because I remember the second he injected me, I became a string bean. "Snow didn't finish his mission, so we will," he whispers in my ear, slicing my throat with a small knife similar to Clove's. I lay on the floor, bleeding all that I am onto the tile; I am now becoming the victim of a murder. He still has his eyes locked on my quivering body; he isn't done with me yet. The slit in my throat wasn't deep because if it was I would have bled to death already. Even though I am in agony from the pain and my soon to be fatal death, I open my eyes slightly to the sight of a whip he is holding in his hands. This wasn't just an ordinary whip. It was a covered in thorns, certain to slaughter the Mockingjay. He brings the whip down on me, ripping through my side and possibly breaking my rib cage, not like I could really breathe anyway because of the hole in my throat. Then out of nowhere he stops the whipping and escapes through the window. At first I was confused as to why he didn't just finish me off, but then I saw Peeta standing above me, saving me once again, if I could be saved. Now that the whole situation has replayed through my head, my eyelids become lighter and all the pain that I couldn't remember feeling is coming back to me. I wake up to what I thought would be heaven, but instead Peeta's at my bedside, holding my hand. I may not be in heaven, but this was close enough.