I feel a groggy, sleepy feeling. My throat's on fire, and I groan.
"She alive!"
"Of course she's alive, stupid."
"Well, you didn't know if she was going to get up."
"Of course I did. Not a single hunger games winner has died on me, no matter how bad the injury, I-"
"Pride yourself in your work, I know." I rasp. There's something wrong with my voice.
"Oh my god, she can speak." The docter said.
"Of course I can speak. I spoke my first word when I was one. On my first birthday." My throat is so dang sore.
"That's not what I mean. When the sword grazed your throat, it hurt your speaking ability. Not majorly, but enough to cause the tendon that-"
"English please." Aquamarine says.
"It hurt her throat enough to limit Emerald's speaking ability." Eh, good enough.
"Aquamarine, how did you get in here?" The doctor asks.
"I, uh, well."
"You, uh well, have to get out." The doctor said as he pushed her out of the room. He turned around and gave me a shot, that made me feel dizzy, and-
A small Avox, about seven or eight, brings me a bowl of chicken broth, apple sauce, and a note. I'm about to take a spoonful of the soup, when she stops me, and is pointing at the note. I unfold it, and it reads-
"They've drugged the soup, and a bad man plans to come in and kill you"
"Thanks, but-"
She point's at the note again.
"You killed his daughter." The note finishes.
"Okay, but what do I eat?" I ask. She shrugs. The doctor comes in, and I tell him about the plot, and he laughs, but seems to be sneeking something out of his pocket. A knife.