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Peeta slowly opened his eyes, initially blinded by the florescent hospital lights. He quickly closed them and took a deep breath. Then he opened them again, taking in the view around him.
He was in something like a hospital, lying in a bed, with IV's and wires hooking him up to surrounding machines. He wore a grey tee shirt with matching gray pants, something like a uniform. His head began to pound as he remembered being punched by Haymitch…
Haymitch punched me. He knocked me out. Where the hell am I.
Suddenly bolting upright, he thrashed backwards as he realized his arms were strapped to the bed. Breathing heavily due to frusturation, he noticed a girl leaning on her hands at the end of his bed. Dark, thick, wavy hair.
Katniss.
He leaned back in his pillows, slightly relaxing. He stared at her hair before closing his eyes again. She betrayed you, he reminded himself, his stomach churning.
Katniss suddenly sat up straight with a gasp for air. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, flickering up and down Peeta's body before realizing he was awake. She stared at his face before he opened his eyes and looked at her.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, and slowly walked closer to him, attempting to ignore the hateful look in his eyes. "Hey," She said, reaching for his face. His slight move of his head paused her hand midair, and she brought it back to her body, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "It's good to see you awake," she said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Peeta took a deep breath. "My head hurts," he muttered.
Katniss sighed. "I can get some healers to give you something-"
"Where the hell am I?' Peeta stated, not phrasing it like a question. "What happened? How long have I been-"
"Only a day," Katniss muttered, looking down.
"Did you sedate me?!" Peeta exclaimed.
"We didn't want you to panick-" Kaniss started.
Peeta laughed bitterly. "Great," he snapped. "Lets just confuse me more. We've had so much fun with it already."
"It's not like that," Katniss whispered, sitting down next to his bedside.
Peeta looked at her. "Then tell me, what is it like?"
Katniss took a deep breath. "There's so much… I-I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I couldn't. I'm so sorry."
Peeta rolled his eyes at her. She ignored him and kept going. "I know you're angry with me, and I don't blame you-"
"You're not answering my question," Peeta interrupted.
Suddenly, Haymitch opened the door. Peeta thrashed against his arm straps, attempting to get out of bed. Probably to hit him, Katniss thought.
"Morning, sunshine," Haymitch said bitterly. "Got some questions? I'll tell you anything you want to know, but the cuffs stay on."
Peeta clenched his fists. "Where am I," he muttered.
Katniss sat down and took a deep breath, pleading at Haymitch.
Haymitch strolled in front of Peeta's bed, pacing in front of him as he explained. "You're in district 13. You've been here for 30 hours as of Saturday morning at 5 AM when we arrived and placed you in this secure bunker-"
"Enough of the military talk Haymitch, he's not an idiot," Katniss snapped at him.
Haymitch ignored her and continued. "You should also know that you're not going anywhere anytime soon."
Peeta glared at him darkly. "Are you going to torture me?" He asked casually.
"Of course not, don't be morbid," Haymitch sneered. "We're going to save you."
"Save me?" Peeta asked incredulously. "This is good. How are you going to save me?"
Katniss stood up as Haymitch continued. "Peeta, do you remember the 74th hunger games?"
Peeta racked his brain, drawing a blank. He made a rude face, watching Haymitch as he paced in front of him. "Must have been a boring year," was all he could come up with.
"And, how about the 75th?" Haymitch pressed. "Do you remember the third quarter quell? Where were you? Did you watch?"
Peeta rolled his eyes. "I don't remember every single victor in every single hunger games, no one does."
Haymitch slapped his hands on the bed, causing Peeta and Katniss to jump. "I didn't ask you that. I asked if you remembered anything about the games. Anything at all," he said slowly.
Peeta began breathing deeply, as his head began to pound. He tried moving his hand to his temple, but the straps held him down. "I-… I-…" he stammered, confused. Where was I during those games?
Frustrated, he looked at Haymitch. "I thought I was the one getting some answers…" he choked out over his excruciating headache.
Katniss looked at Haymitch worriedly. "Are you having one of those headaches again, Mr. President?" Haymitch asked.
Peeta snapped his head towards Katniss. "You told him?!"
Katniss' eyes filled with worry, tears threatening to form.
Haymitch intervened. "Hey!" he yelled, getting Peeta's attention. "Don't look at her, look at me. Katniss you better go."
"No!" Peeta commanded. "She doesn't go anywhere. Not until I get some answers," he looked at Katniss angrily. "What happened Friday night." Haymitch opened his mouth to speak, but Peeta cut him off. "I was asking her," he snapped at him.
Katniss took a deep breath. "My sister Prim was being held prisoner by President Snow because of me. It was time to break her out."
Peeta looked at her, confused. "What do you mean, because of you… are you some sort of criminal? Jesus…" he trailed off, attempting to banish any romantic feelings for her away forever.
Katniss' eyes turned defiant. "I'm not a criminal. I'm a victor."
Peeta gaped at her. "A victor of the games? Which year?"
Katniss sat down on his bed. "74 and 75. I competed in the 74th hunger games when my sister was reaped. I volunteered to take her place. Then I competed in the quell when the tributes were reaped from previous victors. It was Snow's way of getting back at me. He wanted to kill me so he organized the quell so that I would have to compete," she stated clearly.
Peeta's head began to throb in pain, causing him to cry out slightly. "Katniss…" he choked. He kept his eyes shut tight as he heard someone walk around towards one the machines, feeling the relief of the new medicine seeping through his head, diluting the pain. He opened his eyes, and saw Haymitch looking at him, concerned.
"You think Snow has some personal vendetta against you?" Peeta muttered, attempting to distract them from what had just happened. "Have you met him? He's like a grandpa-"
"Don't pretend you haven't seen the coldness in his eyes," Katniss commanded powerfully. "He was angry with me after the 74th games because the way I won began sparking some rebellion in the districts. He viewed me as a threat."
"You survived two hunger games?" Peeta asked in disbelief. "How did you pull that off? I should have known you were a cold blooded murder-"
"Actually, you survived two hunger games too," Haymitch interrupted.
Katniss walked over and pushed Haymitch back. "Jesus Haymitch, be a little more subtle. He wasn't ready to hear that yet-"
"I'm sorry Miss Oh so powerful victor, you were the one rambling on about the games-"
"I was explaining to him my circumstances. Don't act like you-"
"Hello!" Peeta yelled, grabbing both of their attention. "what do you mean, I survived too?" He asked slowly.
Haymitch stepped over to his bed and hovered over him. "I need you to listen very closely, Peeta. I'm going to tell you something now that might cause you some pain. You're not going to believe me at first, but we're going to convince you. We have proof," He explained carefully.
Peeta took a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. "Tell me what…"
Haymitch looked at him. "Have you ever heard of hijacking?"
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