When I woke up,I found myself in a clean room,with the lights on far to bright. Someone was holding my hand,but I didn't have nearly enough strength to turn my head to see who it was. Soon,my eyes fluttered shut again,and I drifted back into unconsciousness.

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The next time I woke up,someone was still holding my hand. I blinked a few times-the lights seem to have gotten brighter in the time since I was last conscious.

"Kat?" Peeta's voice came out of nowhere.

"Peeta?" The words slipped out before I realized that he was actually,truly,there,and not a dream,like his voice has been for quite some time now. I managed to look over at him and smile. A grin broke over his face and he leaned over to kiss me lightly.

"How long have you been sitting here?" I asked when he finally backed off to let me breathe again.

"Three or four days now. Not really sure." He responded,after some thought. "Do you know where we are?" He asked carefully,as if it was a sensitive subject.

"No,not really. Hospital,I'm pretty sure..." I said as I finally took in my surroundings. Peeta took a deep breath,and jumped into the explanation of where we were.

"We're in District 13. When we got rescued from the arena,it was by the rebels. Apparently,a rebellion has been secretly forming for years now. Plutarch Heavensbee,the head gamemaker,is involved. Haymitch,Finnick,Johanna,Beetee,everyone knew. Even Cinna and Portia. They all thought telling us would jeopardize the operation. They want us..." He paused,and eased into the end of his sentence. "They want us to be the symbols of the rebellion. As President Coin put it-the 'Mockingjays'." His hand found it's way to my stomach. I realized for the first time I had a monitor wrapped around me,but I wasn't sure what it did. "All of us." Peeta whispered,squeezing my hand gently.

He gave me a few minutes to process what he had just told me. A rebellion,District 13,this 'mockingjay' business,it was a lot to take in. But somehow,my mind kept going back to the annoyingly tight device wrapped around my abdomen. I shifted uncomfortably,and Peeta took notice,looking sympathetic.

"I told them you wouldn't like that. But they said it was necessary. It's a fetal heart rate monitor. I think they're more worried about the baby than they are you,to be honest. Well,except for your mom and Prim."

My mother and Prim? What are they doing here? Peeta,again,knew what I was going to ask before I asked it.

"Kat...as soon as the rebels broke through,the Capitol had to do something. This was already on national television. They couldn't just call it gamemaker interference." He stopped and took a deep breath. "They bombed District 12. The Capitol did. To scare any other rebel groups within the districts." He whispered,like it was still a raw nerve. "Gale saved as many people as possible. Most Seam families,a few from town-but not many. I-I do know...that my family didn't make it out."

"Peeta..." I whispered,trying to think of something I could say to make him feel better. Take away the pain. I finally decided the best I could do in my condition would be to just change the subject.

"What about the others? Finnick,Johanna and Beetee?"

"Johanna is fine. A little banged up here and there,but otherwise in perfect condition."

"So you and Johanna got off the easiest?" I joked. Peeta laughed and nodded.

"That's about right. Beetee has some nerve damage,very minor. He's in rehab,trying to get the feeling back in his legs. He's in a wheelchair,but he can get around. He and Gale are working together on this big weapon project. From what I hear,they're making you and new bow with some fancy arrows and Finnick a new trident." I smile at the prospect of a new bow,but the idea of 'fancy' arrows terrifies me. That could mean anything.

"But then there's Finnick. As of yesterday,he was stable enough to go off life support. His heart is beating on it's own now,and he can breathe by himself. They still have him on minimal oxygen,though. He's still in a coma,but they've been using your progress to determine what comes next with him. They're positive he'll pull through,though."

Before I can say anything,which wouldn't have been much to begin with,someone knocks on the door. It opens slightly and a young woman,someone I'm positive I've never met,sticks her head it.

"Peeta? Can I come in?" She asks quietly. Peeta nods and gestures to the extra chair by the wall.

"Oh,Katniss. This is Annie,Finnick's girlfriend from District 4. Finnick arranged for her to make it here before we we're rescued from the arena We've been keeping each other company for the past few days."

"Nice to meet you." I smile and reach my hand out. I never would have thought that Finnick would have a girlfriend. More like multiple lovers in the Capitol. I guess there are a lot of things a person can assume about Finnick Odair. I certainly haven't known him for being the world's most open individual.

"Nice to meet you,too. Peeta's told me a lot about you. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything, they made me leave Finn again..." She trailed off,and Peeta wrapped his arm around her. I don't object. On our first night in the arena,Finnick and I were talking,and he told me a little about her. I always just thought she was a friend,since he never said the word girlfriend. He was most likely trying to protect her,not saying much in case the cameras were around.

We talked for a while- telling stories,because besides the games and the rebellion,there unfortunately isn't much to talk about. Eventually,there was a knock on the door. Peeta and Annie turned around,and Prim walked in.

"Annie,they sent me to tell you that you can go back to Finn's room." Prim says quickly. Annie smiles and thanks Peeta and I and leaves the room. Prim was about to close the door,but quickly turned around.

"Katniss!" she squealed and ran over,wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hey,Prim." I said with a laugh,wrapping one arm around her back.

A/N: I'll end it there. I've had it with this chapter. :p Can someone please explain what they mean by grammar? I see nothing wrong with it,honestly. I don't know- my style here might just be a Washington DC/Southern thing. Maybe I'm slipping some of our language in here. If I get any legitimate reasons my grammar is as bad as people say it is,I'll consider a beta. But I honestly don't like the idea of complete strangers telling me how I should fix things. Besides,I do this for fun,not like I plan on getting paid.