So like five seconds after I got chapter 70 posted, my internet crashed, so as I am writing this, I have absolutely no idea what you thought of the last chapter, so don't think I am ignoring any of you. You know it's interesting… I was talking to my auntie about writing and she says I need an actual pen name. I'm not sure what it will be yet, though.

I woke up to bright yellow lights and sleep-syrup smelling air. My head felt light and fuzzy. Turning it slightly to the right made the room spin violently under me. I groaned.

Immediately, there was an unfamiliar doctor swooping down over me who checked my vital signs.

I opened my mouth to speak, but even though my throat was hoarse and dry, I choked, "Why am I in the hospital?" I attempted to sit up, but two things stopped me: A large metal band around my waist holding both of my arms down, and a severe pain in my shoulder. I gasped and lowered myself back down the inch I managed.

"You need to rest, sweetie." The nurse put a cold washcloth on my forehead. "That was quite a blow you took last night."

"Where's Peeta?" I stared helplessly around the room, searching for my husband. "Is he okay?"

The middle-aged nurse smiled kindly at me and pointed to my left.

I looked. Sleeping soundly in a chair almost out of my line of sight was Peeta. His head was lolled over onto his shoulder and messy blond hair covered his closed eyes.

"Peeta…" I tried to reach my hand out to him, but strangely enough, it wouldn't. I tried again, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't the kind of "not budging" the iron band would cause. It was the kind of not moving that the lack of an arm would cause. I frowned and looked down at my fingers. They were there alright. I just could feel them, or move them, or… I turned to look at my current nurse. "What happened? Why can't I move my left arm?"

She looked concerned. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to move it… I should get the doctor."

I glared after her. Why won't anyone tell me what happened? I looked back at the sleeping figure of Peeta, and my heart melted. He looked younger, and vulnerable. I am so used to his eyes looking cautious and protective. But now he was breathing lightly, blond eyelashes casting light shadows on his cheekbones. He looked so different from the boy with the bread I knew two years ago. The one that came to school with bruises all over his face, sad and lonely. The one that was so sullen and reclusive up until I found him during the Hunger Games. In a way, I was really glad we both had been chosen for that.

"Peeta…" I whispered, closing my eyes again. "Mm… Goodnight." I was just about to drift off again, when another deeper voice jolted me back awake.

"You're going to have to stay awake for a little longer, Mrs. Mellark." A different doctor than Dr. Longarden hovered above me, holding some type of instrument. "I am Doctor Tyrwhitt. Nurse Swanhart told me that you have no feeling in you left arm, is that correct?"

"Yes, but no one will tell me why." I locked my jaw and stared fixedly up at the doctor.

Instead of refusing, he smiled sympathetically at me. "I am afraid the knife must have cut your central arm nerve."

"What knife?" I hissed, trying to keep my voice low for Peeta's sake.

"According to Peeta, here, you tried to go after some mysterious cloaked people outside, and they threw a dagger at you, which had been lodged into your shoulder."

As soon as the doctor said that, everything came flooding back to me. Especially the horrible pain shooting through my arm and left lung. I said nothing, just kept my silence, absorbing it all.

"It nicked a lung, but that was easy enough to fix. I'm afraid the nerve won't be as easy to fix though." He began to rummaging around in one of the cupboards, and came out with a fresh roll of bandages. "First I would like to confirm my suspicions, and then refresh your bandages."

"What happened to Dr. Longarden?" I winced as the new doctor released my left arm from the metal band, and placed it on a separate table by the medical bed.

"He requested I do it, instead of him. He didn't specify, though." Dr. Tyrwhitt held up the instrument he brought in earlier and showed it to me. "This is going to help me determine the severity of our arm's nerve loss. I am going to press it into certain points in your arm, and you just tell me if you feel it, and if you do, tell me how much you feel it. Okay?"

I nodded, and watched as the doctor rolled his wheelie chair up next to the table my arm was on, and bend over it. The metal wand pressed against the crook of my elbow, but I didn't feel it at all. The doctor looked up at me expectantly, and I shook my head.

"No? How about…" The instrument slid a little higher on my arm and pressed down again. "…That? Did you feel that?"

"A-A little." I admitted. "But just barely."

"And now?" He pressed the wand just an inch lower than my armpit and I cried out in pain. I definitely felt that. "Ah…" The doctor took a pen out from one of his hospital gown pocket and made a little mark at the spot that hurt when pressed.

To my dismay, Peeta woke up to my indignant cry. His head snapped up and automatically looked at me, resuming his usual worried look. "Katniss!" He nearly fell off of his chair, in attempt to see if I was okay. "You're finally awake!"

Dr. Tyrwhitt chuckled. "She wasn't out that long. And… it seems as though her nerve damage is possible to fix."

"Nerve damage?" Peeta looked horrified.

"It's nothing big," I said hastily. "Really."

Peeta smiled sadly at me, but I could still see the pain behind the smile. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better. I appreciate the thought, though."

I wanted nothing more than to reach out to him and have him kiss my forehead, but the iron band around me prevented anything of that sort. I frowned, sidetracked by thinking of other things. "Hey Peeta?"

He looked up again, but this time I could tell his eyes were wet.

"Did you get the dagger?" A thought had occurred to me. It was a slim chance, but just in case I was right...

"Here—" Peeta reached onto the seat next to him and held out something long, wrapped in a soft grey cloth.

I blinked, and turned to the doctor, who was frowning over a clipboard. "Can I have my arm back?"

He set the clipboard down and let my right arm out of the restraint.

I examined the dagger. I didn't realize anything strange until I turned it over to look at the bottom of the hilt. What looked like two little targets connected by a dotted line at an angel decorated it. The Capitol symbol. I gasped.

Peeta looked over my shoulder and puckered his brow. "…What does that mean?"

"It means there are Capitol spies in District Thirteen."

That chapter was shorter than I wanted it, but I guess that is okay. Well…keep an eye out for the next chapter!