This time, the nightmare was of Vixen getting blown up. I pray that she won't die.
I yawn and take a sip of my coffee.
"Status on 12."
"Peeta remains knocked out. Katniss has formed an alliance with Rue. And they have some plans to blow up the Career's stash."
My nightmare flashes back to me. Vixen getting blown sky-high. Body parts everywhere. Blood splattering the hard, dirt ground. The cannon firing. Mockingjays singing the note of the retrieval hovercraft. The craft taking it's time to retrieve each limb.
I shake the thought from my head.
"Status of both from 11."
"both faring well in terms of hunger."
"Careers?"
"All of them are good, although they don't have enough of the leaves to heal. They are scouting the area for the leaves, but, they don't have any left for Identification. They almost mistook Poison Ivy for the leaves."
Hearing the last part I snicker. Vixen would never make that mistake.