When I come to, I don't feel sore or stiff. I look at my side and there is a thin scar - the only reminder of Cato's cut. My head and neck are completely healed and I look down at my ankle. It is in a cast. But it is there.
A door opens and Haymitch comes in and gives me a hug.
"Never doubted you for a minute, sweetheart. You were amazing." He smiles. He hands me some crutches. We go out the door and I see Effie and my prep team.
"Beautiful. You were spectacular," says Cinna. Effie is bubbly and bouncing everywhere.
"Where's Peeta?" I ask, suddenly scared.
"He's fine, sweetheart, only they want to do your reunion live on TV." Haymitch says, comfortingly.
Cinna dresses me in a beautiful light orange and yellow dress with black boots to hide me ankle. I practice walking without the crutches and find that I can make it a few feet.
I am standing on a platform, ready to rise. I am stuck, like in the Launch Room. Deep breaths. You'll see Peeta soon.
I begin to rise and I see Peeta. I try to run towards him and he engulfs me in a hug. And before I know it he kisses me. Caesar directs us to the couch where we will sit for the next few hours. The screen rises and I realize that I am going to have to watch the Games again. I feel Peeta's arm around me and I get ready to watch.
The next night is the interviews. Just me, Peeta, Caesar and the cameras. I get through the first few questions. Then he asks me if my ankle feels better. Peeta looks shocked and I show him my cast. He looks sad. I squeeze his hand. Then Caesar asks me about Glimmer. I can't take it. I bury myself in Peeta's shirt.
"Well, I am glad the two lovers from 12 could make it out, together. This is Caesar Flickerman, signing off."
We are on the train back home. I am sitting on the couch. I remember at this time a month ago I was ready to die in the Hunger Games, alone. Peeta sits next to me. But now, I am heading back to District 12, with him.