A/N Hello lovelies! Here is another quick chapter for you all, I hope you enjoy. My Autumn break is officially over and I am back at school. Exams are coming up, but I will try to get writing done while I can! I finally made an outline for this story - look at me, all official. But honestly, I feel like this story is going to be a lot longer than I anticipated. Also with the way I'm planning on ending it, there may be cause for a sequel :) Any way, enjoy, read, favorite, follow, review (Especially review! Reviews make me happy!) Yours, Alise

Finnick's POV

The girl in the bed doesn't look like she'd just survived hell. Staring down at her, she looks so innocent, so peaceful. I'm thankful for the morphling that the Capitol hospital is giving her. The cut that Satin gave her was a nasty one. I move away from the bed and set myself down on one of the chairs on the edge of her room. I sit there and watch her small chest rise and fall.

Suddenly, Max opens the door quietly. Peeking her head in she whispers, "Is she up?" I shake my head. Max enters, quietly closing the door behind her. I look up at Max, her face is hard, but it softens when she sees Adley asleep on the bed.

"How are you?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Fine" I lift a brow at her response, but don't say anything. It's almost an unwritten rule between us victors, we don't question unless we have to. Max notices my response and rolls her eyes at me before taking a seat next to me and leaning against my arm. Instinctively, I wrap one of my arms around her shoulders pulling her close. "You're lucky she was yours" She whispers quietly. I plant a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry." I know this doesn't help, but I had to say it. Work, if you can call it that has started back up again for Snow's favorite victors. I narrowly escaped because my tribute - well, victor, I guess - was being hospitalized.

We sit in silence and let the beeping of the machines in the room wash over us. A few nurses pop in a couple of times to check on Adley, but she remains quiet in her slumber. Max shifts out of her sleep and leans back against the wall.

"I hate this." She says softly.

"I know" I reach up to grab her hand but she moves it into her lap. I look up at Max, who is staring blankly ahead. She used to be so full of energy, life. She was sarcastic and bold and adventurous. Now she just looked broken. My eyes return to the sleeping girl before us. I can only dream that Adley can escape our fate.

"Max?" I pull her out of her thought, she slumps back down and looks at me. I nod my head towards Adley, "Do you think… Is she going to…" I let my question drift off, the meaning already known. I'm sure we've both been thinking about it.

"I don't know Finn" Max replied shrugging her shoulders. I watched her as small tears welled up in her eyes. This time she allows my arm to wrap around her, cradle her.

"She's only fourteen." I choke out. Max looks up at me.

"So were you."

Adley's POV

In this darkness all I feel is pain. A throbbing in my head, in my side, spreading through my whole body. I can feel the medicine coursing through my veins, keeping me still, asleep, but I still feel everything. My senses are starting to return. I can hear a soft hum of a ventilator in the room. Slowly, I begin to hear the beeping, I can't help but worry. Is it too slow? What about My head? Am I in a Coma? Then I hear crying, not loud bawling, just soft tears, muffled by something, someone. Suddenly the blackness that surrounded my eyes begins to glow with a soft light. My eyelids feel heavy like bricks, but I force them open. I open my mouth, feeling the dryness in my throat. I wince as the pain in my abdomen overtakes me. I slowly turn my head to the side, wiry-veins are running from large bags to my body. The medicine is doing nothing but hindering me, keeping me still, asleep. I don't want to sleep anymore. I reach my hand up to the lines attached to my arm and pull.

A loud beeping flows through the room, I can hear the people in the room shuffling around, running to something. A soft hand grabs hold of my unmoving one. I hear a shout.

"Nurse! Someone we need a Doctor!" Finnick? It has to be. With the lines out of my body I feel the warmth returning to my limbs. I carefully move my fingers up to the device on my throat, I clutch at it. I feel Finnick's strong hands grab on to mine, pulling them away from the contraption on my neck.

"Adley. Adley Can you hear me?" I can, but I can't get the words out. My eyes are shifting violently around the room. Searching for something, anything familiar. The pain stabs me in the abdomen again, and I double over. "Adley! You have to try to stay still." Finnick's hands are pulled away from mine and are replaced by aggressive rough hands. Two hands push my shoulders back up to the top of the bed, while another set grabs onto my wrists. I hear a shuffle in the background, and the rip of velcro. I struggle against the men holding me down. The fear and panic returning fully to my system.

One of the men wraps my wrists in velcro and secures them tightly to the sides of the bed, the goes to work on my legs, which have started kicking up at them. They leave once they've completely immobilized me. I sob into the pillow, all the memories of the Games washing over me.

"Max, why don't you go grab tea or something. I'll be right out." I hear Finnick say softly. Max. It must have been Max who held my hands first. The door closes softly behind Max as she leaved. Finnick approaches and leans down next to me, caressing my head, pushing my hair out of my face. "You need to sleep. I know you don't want to, but you need to." I try to speak, but the words come out as a guttural moan. "Don't." Finnick says, before laying a soft kiss on my temple. I feel my heart begin to settle. I hear a knock on the door. Finnick gets up as a Doctor walks in. They shake hands.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Frage, mind if I have a word with her?"