I was really considering not posting for like a week, but I already have a bunch of angry comments… Here is 10!
Peeta POV
My eyes shot open as soon as I had the strength to. I looked around frantically, hoping that somehow Katniss would be waiting for me when I woke up. There was a person in the chair next to my bed, but it wasn't her. It was Prim.
"You're awake," She said, when she noticed that I was watching her. Physically, she had close to no resemblance to her sister, but their personalities were alike. Prim was always trying to stay strong when everyone expected her to fall apart. Katniss did that also, but unlike Prim, I had seen Katniss at her worst.
"Are they back?" I asked sitting up. I had no idea how long I had been out, so they could've been back hours ago and I wouldn't have known.
She shook her head, worry clouding over her eyes. "Something went wrong, and we lost contact with them, we have no idea where they are. All we know is that they had Katniss with them." She finished her last sentence in a whisper, and looking away from me.
"How long ago was that?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice for her sake.
"A couple hours, you've been out for about six hours now, and they left shortly after we sedated you." There was a knock on the door, and my hopes shot up to the roof. I was hoping it would've been Haymitch coming in to tell me that they were back, and that she was asking for me. But it was the doctor.
Ms. Everdeen," He spoke to Prim. "Your mother is requesting your help." She nods and pats my hand.
"I'll let you know when she's back." I nodded and she walked out the door.
"Can I leave, I need to do something other than sit here and wait." I addressed him as he shut the door behind him. I recognized him as the doctor who had taken care of me when I first arrived.
"I don't see why not. But I need to speak with you." He sat in the chair that Prim was just in. "I'm want to warn you about Katniss."
My eyebrows came together as confusion filled my mind. "I thought she wasn't back yet?
"Oh no, she's not. But you have to keep in mind that whatever she has been through these last few months, they're going to have had to affected her."
"Okay…" I said, dragging out the word. "What does that have to do with me?"
"She might not be the Katniss you knew, we have no knowledge of what they did to her, I'm not saying anything for certain, but you might want to brace yourself." I nodded and he turned to leave, stopping just outside the door. "There are clothes for you on the shelf." He said, waving his hand at the shelf by the door.
I get up and change out of my old, plain, gray clothes, into new, plain, gray clothes.
I walked to Command to find everyone in a panic. Even Coin, who was rapidly working with Beetee to get the signal between us and the rescue team back up. Everyone was running around, doing their own things, and I just stood there. No one paid any attention to me, and I didn't try to get anyone's attention.
More and more people kept filing into the room, and I decided that since I wasn't doing anything, I should leave give people who are doing something some room.
I walked around 13 aimlessly until I found myself in the cafeteria. I noticed that the screens were on, and I expected someone from the Capitol to be on screen, but instead it was Finnick, and he was talking about how they had treated him, and every other victor he knew of, after the games. I didn't really listen, I wasn't really processing anything at the moment. And I knew that until I knew Katniss was safe, I wouldn't process anything again.
Katniss POV
I woke up several times. I was always in someone's arms. Gale's, I think. Most of the time we were running, and I tried to hold on. I was always only half conscious, and the only thing my mind could muster was that this was the most vivid hallucination yet.
"We have to get her out of here." Gale said in a hushed whisper, "We have no idea what condition she's in."
"I'm aware of that Soldier Hawthorne, but we have to be vigilant, we were just under attack. The Capitol knows we're here, and we have to wait them out." I didn't recognize this voice, but it sounded authoritative.
I heard Gale huff, and then someone's footsteps coming towards me. I tried to open my eyes when someone, Gale, grasped my hand in theirs. I couldn't move my body, but I was able to let out a pained whimper.
"You're going to be okay." He whispered to me. By now, I wasn't sure what was real and what was medically induced. There was close to no fire left in my veins, but my body still ached everywhere. Gale ran a hand over my hair and sighed. "You need to wake up Katnip. I need to know you're okay."
I tried, but the darkness of unconsciousness won over me, and I was dragged into sleep.
I was being carried again, and I was finally able to open my eyes. My head was against someone's chest as I hung limply in their arms. I was about to look up, when Peeta walking beside us caught my eyes.
"No," I murmured into the chest. "Go away."
"Shhh," The man who was carrying me said. Gale. "It's alright, go back to sleep."
"Yeah Katniss, go to sleep." Peeta said, smirking at me. "You shouldn't be out. You should be locked up. You killed everyone, everyone you love." He yelled, keeping pace with my and Gale.
"Please," I sobbed, "Peeta, leave me alone." I buried my face into Gale's chest as he walks through some sort of security system.
"Peeta? What are you talking about?" He asks. "Peeta isn't anywhere near here."
I didn't respond, just tried desperately to block out Peeta's accusations. Everyone was talking around me, but none to me. Peeta remained at my side, landing punches on my chest every now and then.
"Stop," I whispered, to exhausted to actually do anything else. Peeta smirked at me and shrugged.
"Katniss, we need to examine you, you need to let go of Gale now." The voice was unfamiliar, but as soon as she said it, did I realize how tightly I was hanging on to him. Somewhere down the line did I figure out that Gale was not a hallucination.
"It's okay Katniss, you can let go. I'll be right here." For the first time since he got me out- at least that's what I think he did- did I look up at his face.
And then it clicked. He's supposed to be dead. Everyone is supposed to be dead. I met eyes with Gale, and his were gentle, not cold. But that didn't change anything, He's dead, and this isn't real.
I looked around the room and saw people dressed in gray, and my mother was running towards me. This isn't real. I thought.
I started kicking and screaming, hoping to get out of it. I managed to get myself out of Gale's arms, but I hadn't walked-or stood- by myself in so long, that my legs refused to carry me. Everybody was yelling now, but I didn't care. I was able to crawl a few feet, until I felt someone grab me around the waist.
"Stop!" I screamed, punching and kicking at anything I could reach. "This isn't real! You're not real!" People were trying to hold me down, and I thought, Where did all this strength and energy come from? But things were always weird in hallucinations, but that didn't stop me from trying to fight the figments of my imagination away.
"Katniss!" My mother was yelling now. "You're safe, you don't need to fight us!" She was looking over me, trying to calm me down. "We're not going to hurt you."
"You're lying, you always hurt me!" Confusion pooled in her eyes, and I felt the familiar prick of a needle in my arm. I looked around, trying to figure out where my mind took me.
I didn't see much, just a Peeta dressed in gray running at me.
I hoped you liked that! And if you're ever feeling down, here is a link to a video of my dad tasering himself in the butt… watch?v=zrKfAjGmkSw&list=UUmvhmxtu9UcoXzwThGDrjUg