(Peeta's POV.)
A sudden bright light forces my tired eyes to claw open, my head immediately throbbing with pain as I sit up.
A sense of panic races throughout my veins as anxious footsteps and voices surround me, nothing making even the slightest bit of sense.
"Boomer, you help her search for more! I'll get him!" I hear a deep voice hiss, the sound of loud footsteps immediately following.
One of the men I spoke to earlier is now only feet away from me, his large hands instantly grasping hold of my shirt collar.
I'm too weak to fight back, my body completely defenseless as I'm dragged by the edge of my shirt across the dusty wooden floor and into the small operating room.
The strong scent of blood coming from Finnius' bed and the sound of his cries are nearly impossible to ignore. I know I'm going to black out any minute now.
"I can't! The boy is losing too much blood!" The other man yells back in a hoarse voice, his shaky hands continuing to operate on Finnius with sloppy precision.
"What the hell are you doing?" I manage to croak, my bloody hands struggling to lift up off of the ground in an attempt to grab hold of his leg.
The bearded man's boot instantly comes crashing down on my wrist, the hard impact nearly drawing me to tears.
With the sound it made, I know bones have heen broken.
A screech of pain immediately escapes my lips, my entire arm sagging limply to the floor.
"I'm saving your son's life!" He screams back at me, his eyes not even glancing in my direction.
Without a single warning, my chest suddenly thrusts forward, a mouthful of thick blood now beginning to empty itself on to the ground near my head.
"Peeta! Don't do this to me!" I hear a voice yell, my heart beat suddenly slowing down.
A static noise bounces around in my head, the sound of Katniss' voice slowly drowning out.
I can feel my eyes beginning to roll back in my head, everything inside of me throbbing with pain. Then there's nothing.
(Katniss' POV.)
I feel alone as more and more problems begin to arise. Rose is missing. Peeta is unconscious. Finnius is dying. There's a bomb planted inside of the hospital.
Without Peeta, I feel completely useless in the aspect of knowing what to do. How do I know that I can even trust these two men?
Hot tears race down my cheeks as I continue to desperately shake Peeta, my hands quickly giving out.
It's useless. He's too weak to continue on fighting. I have to face this alone.
"We have three minutes." Brown Eyes informs the bearded man, his hands quickly grabbing hold of the bomb.
I watch curiously as the cube easily spins around in his hands as if it doesn't contain a deadly explosive. Neither of them seem worried anymore.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" I hiss at him, my shaky hands instantly reaching out to grab it.
Brown Eyes responds with quick reflexes, his arms immediately snapping down to his sides, the bomb now sliding deep into his left pant pocket.
His lips suddenly curl into a devious smile, an amused look filling his eyes.
"You honestly thought we were here to help?"
My legs begin to feel limp, confusion tearing through me like a knife.
Before I can even react, I receive a heavy blow to the stomach, my body immediately dropping to the cold floor.
"What do you me-" A gloved hand suddenly snatches hold of me, their large fingers now violently wrapping tightly around my mouth.
I'm instantly cut off from breathing in any air, my head beginning to feel weightless as it bobs from side to side.
"Mommy!" I hear Finnius screech, his body jolting forward as he tries to escape.
The bearded man's hands instantly grab hold of him, his mouth quickly taped shut as he's strapped down tightly to the bed.
A rush of adrenaline suddenly kicks in, my hands grabbing hold of Brown Eyes' arm as I dig my teeth deep into his skin, the taste of his blood instantly exploding across my tongue.
A loud scream immediately follows, his body twisting free from my grip quicker than expected.
Brown Eyes' fist slams into my jaw with extreme power, the impact nearly bringing stars to my eyes.
Blood begins pouring from my busted lip as I attempt to crawl to my feet, his hands immediately grabbing hold of me.
I'm thrown against the wall before I even have time to fight back, handcuffs suddenly locked tightly around my wrists and ankles.
I attempt to escape with every ounce of energy remaining inside of me, but I know that there's no point in trying. I'm going to die today.
I watch as the other man begins doing the same to Peeta, his limp body now only resting a few feet away from me.
Brown Eyes suddenly grasps on to my shoulder with force, our eyes now leveled with each other.
Then I spot it. In his other hand rests the bomb, the countdown now flashing with urgency. Two minutes remain.
To my surprise, he carelessly drops the bomb right on to my lap, an amused laugh immediately following.
"Time's ticking, Girl on Fire."