Merry Christmas to my lovely readers! Well i know I've been saying n this authors note a lot lately "fml" and I have learned to accept the fact that this girl is spreading rumors about me, because my ex is happy either way, and I felt bad hurting him after I broke up. Fate has a funny way of laying things out for us.

Chapter 5

Why

"Let go of me goddammit!" Cato bellowed, the vein in his neck throbbing. There were about four doctors, pinning his forearms to the bed, but they wouldn't be able to hold him much longer. I scrambled up from the floor and ran into the room. When I ran into the room, Cato looked up at me, dumbstruck. "Clove?" he muttered, but at the same time he saw me, the doctors stuck a needle in his arm, causing him to pass out.

I angrily turned to the doctor. "Really? Was that necessary?" I spoke through my teeth. "He stopped! That's no reason to sedate the guy! What would you do if one minute you were dead on the floor of a club and woke up in a fucking hospital?" the doctor refused to look in my eyes. I suppose some people were afraid of me, seeing as I had won the Hunger Games. I had killed many-a-people. But this doctor was being a coward.

But I saw just in time why he was looking down. Standing at the door was a Capitol attendant I had never seen before, with a camera in his hand. He was about to take a picture. I could already see the headlines: "Clove Threatens The Very Doctor That Saved Her Partners Life" I launched myself across the room and knocked the camera from his hands. The last thing I needed was more shit about me in the Capitol news. Everybody in the Capitol already hated me enough for breaking Cato's heart. Could they not see that the boy I loved tried to kill me!?

The camera hit the floor with a satisfying shatter and I smiled to myself. But the Capitol attendant's eyes blazed with anger. Before he could say anything, Sam, Alex, Finnick, and Annie came in. Sam and Alex were both covered in glow in the dark paint like I had been, and Finnick and Annie were all sandy. Probably from rolling around in the sand together, I chuckled to myself.

"Is everything okay? Is he alive?" Annie was the first to speak, barging into the room and to the monitor. She let out a relieved sigh when the monitor showed her he was breathing. Alex and Sam stepped in, towards me.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you" Sam looked genuinely guilty.

"It's not your fault, you couldn't hear me. Besides, if I had taken the time to get you two, he probably wouldn't have lived." Sam nodded. Finnick was the last to step in. He sat on Cato's bed and examined his arm. There was a tiny speck of a hole where he had impaled himself with the needle.

"I told him to stop." Finnick's voice cracked. "I tried to help him. But he said it hurt to much to think anymore" I don't think Finnick meant to say that to make me feel guilty, but it hit my heart like a block of wood. I took the liberty of sitting down before I fell again.

Cato wasn't supposed to wake up from the sedation until the next day, so he was forced to stay behind. "I should get home and talk to dad about this" Finnick said. He gave Annie one last hug and kissed her forehead lightly before padding out of the room.

"I should get going too" Alex said to Sam. They just stood there, fingers intertwined. He showed no signs of wanting to leave, but he had to. He leaned closer to kiss her, but she placed a finger on his lips. I could tell she didn't want him to kiss her around me or Annie. She was sometimes modest like that, so she lead him out of the room.

Annie stood across the room, propped up on the wall and peered at her watch. "It's three in the morning. Clove. Do you want to go home?"

"No. I think I should- uh- stay" I replied .

"Do you want me to bring you any food or anything?"

"No, I'm not hungry" I said plainly. She nodded and left to go get Sam and to go home. Before she officially left, she turned back and said "Get some sleep, Clove. He's not going anywhere"

She was right. I was extremely tired and it was a relief that everything was going to be okay. For the time being at least. I tried to figure out where I was going to sleep. The chair I was sitting in was just a crappy metal one, the floor was too cold. I stood up, and for a moment, considered climbing into that hospital bed with Cato. No, I couldn't possibly do that. So instead, I went to the vending machine to get myself some food.

I woke up in a lounge chair in the lobby of the hospital. The sun streaming through the thin curtains made my eyes sting, but I wasn't worried about that. I wanted to make sure he was really alive. I ran to the hospital room, just in time, because he was just waking up and a nurse was trying to get him to eat food. He pushed it away and she frowned, handing me the food. "here, you do it" she said menacingly. Cato just sat there, wide eyed.

"Hi" I said.

"Hey" he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Feelin' okay?" he nodded in reply blinking a couple times. "What happened last night?" I explained to him the whole story. He didn't move one bit as I was talking. I'm not even sure if he blinked, but finally I finished. "Can I have the food now?" he asked, rubbing his stomach which made a grumbling sound. He was acting like a four year old, but I handed him the food anyway, which he scarfed down.

"Must've been good. You finished it within a couple minutes. New record! Level up" I joked. He just gave a half hearted smile. I could tell he was embarrassed that I was the one to save him from his near death experience. "So Cato, riddle me this. Why exactly did you start drugs" I needed to hear the truth, but he just shook his head in protest. "C'mon. You tell me this, you can ask me any question in the world and I will answer honestly" apparently it was enough to get his attention.

"Well mostly because of the nightmares I had. I was trying to stop them."

"What were the dreams about?" wow. That was a stupid question, I told myself. I knew the answer was going to be about all the death and horror in the arena or something like that, but i still listened closely.

"Some were about Timmy. I should have never let my anger get the best of me and my subconscious is never going to let me forget it. Some were about seeing those mutts." Pain flashed behind his stormy eyes. "Most were about loosing you"

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