A/N: Sorry for the long break, I swear I'm still writing though !!
We can't catch a break. Only three peacekeepers, but more on the way I'm sure. I quickly raise my gun and shoot the one on the right, just as the other two fall from Will and Haymitch. If that didn't get the other peacekeepers attention, I don't know what will.
Haymitch leads the way, running for a minute or so through the thick foliage of the forest before we run into the next group of peacekeepers. The second we see them, we duck behind some trees, hoping they didn't spot us.
"Burn it to the ground!" one of the peacekeepers yells. "They're out here somewhere!"
"We need to move!" I whisper to Haymitch. I can smell the smoke already. They're lighting the trees on fire.
I peek around the tree and shoot another one of the peacekeepers. They're using flamethrowers to set the forest around us on fire. There's five left ahead of us, but I'm more worried about the fire.
There's a wall of fire blazing around us as the peacekeepers continue to burn the trees in front of us. "We can't go that way," I say to Haymitch. He starts running the opposite direction, away from the fire, but it's slowly gaining on us. We're running out of options.
The good thing is this fire is a real one, and not a Capitol created one, meaning it can't be controlled in terms of where it is going. The other good thing is that the peacekeepers can't burn the whole forest down.
I raise my gun and send two shots towards a peacekeeper through the trees. I can't tell if I hit him or not. I hear Will shooting behind me as well.
This fire is not stopping. My legs are burning from all of the running we've been doing, I don't know how Haymitch is keeping up. I'm glad he gave up drinking though, or he might not be as healthy as he is today.
"There's a stream up ahead!" Haymitch yells as we run. It's like I'm back in the Games. I remember it so vividly… The fire, the stream, the career pack…
"Snap out of it Katniss!" Will yells from behind me. I apologize and pick up my pace again.
Haymitch runs through the small stream and turns around, gun aimed behind Will and I. We hit the stream a few seconds later. Haymitch shoots two peacekeepers before I can even raise my weapon.
Bullets fly past us. "They're shooting back!" I yell. The three of us duck behind some rocks as the fire continues to burn the trees in front of us. Ash and smoke cloud the sky. They've destroyed most of the forest around district two. My eyes burn from the smoky air.
Will stands up and shoots a peacekeeper, taking a bullet to the shoulder himself. He crouches down and groans. "Damn!"
"There's still two of them," Haymitch says. "We need to get Will some help."
"Give me the first aid kit in your bag," I say to Haymitch. "And cover fire for us."
"You're going to stitch him back up?" he asks as he opens his backpack. I shake my head. I take the first aid kit from Haymitch's hand and open it up.
"I don't exactly know how to do that, but I can patch it up until we can make it to thirteen for them to look at," I say. "Prim and my mother would be able to fix him up."
"Okay, be quick," Haymitch says as he shoots at the peacekeepers some more.
I take the rubbing alcohol and rip off a part of my sleeve. I wrap the fabric of my sleeve around a stick on the ground and tell Will to bite down on it. He does as instructed and closes his eyes tightly, already knowing what I have to do.
I pour the alcohol on his wound. He moans in pain, but doesn't move. I pour a little more, and wince at the sounds coming from him. I know this hurts.
I take the bandages from the first aid kit and wrap it around his shoulder tightly, hoping to stop the bleeding with constant pressure. It might not be the best, but it'll have to do for now. Thankfully, the bullet went straight through.
I tie off the bandages tightly and smile. "That should do for now," I say. We both grab our guns and shoot at the peacekeepers. After a few shots, both drop.
The three of us stand up and run, not hearing any more threats. If any more peacekeepers were in our area, most likely, they would've followed the fire and gunshots. We'd have seen them already. I think we're in the clear.
That doesn't mean we can stop running. We continue to run, not turning back once. The forest around district two is still ablaze behind us, but we put some distance between us and the fire.
"Do you think they're alright?" Will asks Haymitch after a couple more minutes of running. "District thirteen?"
"They'll be alright," Haymitch says. "They have a bunker designed for this. It doesn't matter what the Capitol does, they can't get into that bunker."
"What if they can't get out?" I say quietly. Haymitch slows down a little. "What if Snow doesn't intend to kill them? What if he just wants to trap them down there?"
"I'm not sure," Haymitch says, realizing that he hadn't thought of that possibility. "They've planned for this though. They'll be fine. We just need to make it there."
He's avoiding the question. He doesn't want to think about that possibility. I don't mention it again.
With no more hovercrafts, and no more peacekeepers, we should have no problem getting to district thirteen. We keep a steady pace, and if we can keep it up, we should make it to district eight soon enough.
After a couple hours, we get a message from Plutarch. "Haymitch, are you there?"
"Yes Plutarch, are you alright?" Haymitch says.
"We're better than alright," Plutarch says into the communicator. "Our bunker didn't get penetrated at all. Held up just as it was intended to. How are you guys?"
"We're in the clear, on our way to eight now," Haymitch says. "My buddy Will, we picked him up in Two. He was shot, so we'll need to get him medical attention as soon as possible."
"I'll see what we can do, maybe we can send Mrs. Everdeen on the hovercraft to Eight," Plutarch says. "Listen, we think we have a plan to get Peeta and Prim. There's still some thought being put into it, but we're working on it. That Capitol hovercraft, we shot it down. Beetee's repairing it as we speak."
"That's the best news we've had in a while. Tell us the rest when we get there," Haymitch says. "See you in a couple days."
Plutarch says, "stay safe."
Haymitch is right, that is the best news in a while. Haymitch thinks we can't be more than two days to district eight, if we move quick enough. Once we see the mockingjay symbols on the trees, we'll know we're there.
We continue jogging and walking for a few hours, but the further we walk, the more it seems the mutts surround us. We decide to stop as the sun goes down, setting up camp with our tent in the bushes to disguise it. Hopefully, the mutts stay away.
We set a fire, deciding that we're far enough from district two to safely light one without giving our location away, and cook some of the squirrels I've shot throughout the past couple hours. Peeta would have pointed out my aim.
She hits every one in the eye. It's the same with the rabbits she sells the butcher. She can even bring down deer.
Even before we were a team, he was always proud of me. He always had my back, way before I had his. I can't believe I didn't trust him at the beginning of our Games. I really thought he was going to kill me, when I saw him with the Careers. But he always had my best interest in mind, before his own.
We need to rescue him.
On my watch that night, I can't stop images of Peeta and Prim getting tortured from crossing my mind. It's been a few days now. Snow doesn't know where we are, and all that will do is anger him more. He'll most likely take it out on them.
It's funny, he could have been just as much the mockingjay as I could have. They chose me, but Peeta made me who I am. It was Peeta's words that won us the Games, Peeta's actions. All I did was shoot a bow and arrow. I didn't politic before, not how he did. And some will say I could have won without him, but that is so far from the truth. Any other tribute in there with me and I'd be dead. Even if it were Gale.
I wished it were Gale when I was first on that train. Not that I'd want him in that situation, but I knew Gale. I thought, back then, that if he were in there with me, one of us would have come out alive.
But it was Peeta that made sure we both did. I'm sure so many people in the Capitol considered him weak after the fight with Cato, where he got his leg cut. Nobody understands what it's like getting stung by tracker jackers. To fight off a tribute bigger than you while fighting hallucinations and coming out alive? He's stronger than people give him credit for.
He kept himself alive for days after. He gave up his own chances of winning to make sure I could. I'm so grateful we both were able to live. His brains and his strength won us those Games.
He'd have been a better mockingjay than me. The nation needs to hear his voice, his words can change the way Panem works. It can win us this war. Mine can't. And neither can my bow. It just doesn't work like that.
One girl can't do it all.
The next morning, I'm woken up by Haymitch quickly. "Let's get moving, there's more mutts today than yesterday."
I get out of the tent and help him pack it up quickly. I see what he means. We're surrounded by an even bigger group now than before. There's a sizable group to our left, maybe two hundred feet away. We don't know how well their hearing is, so we stay quieter when talking. It's better safe than sorry.
"Haymitch," I say as we start walking.
"Yes Sweetheart?" he says back. That nickname is one I used to hate but it's begun to grow on me. I'd never tell him that though.
"Do you think we're far enough from the Capitol for Plutarch to reach us?" I ask. "I don't think we have much time left before those things see us. The further we walk, the more I see to our left and another group to our right."
"I know," he says, although it seems he doesn't want to accept the fact that what I've said is true. He pulls the communicator out and holds the button. "Plutarch. We've got a problem."
"Are you guys alright?" Plutarch replies, just a few seconds after.
"For now, but… These mutts. They're everywhere," Haymitch says. "We don't have long before we get caught. We're close enough to District eight to risk it and keep going. But we wanted to ask first."
"How far from District eight are you guys?" he asks Haymitch.
"A few hours out at least. We aren't able to go any faster with the mutts," Haymitch says. "Is it possible for you to get a hovercraft for us?"
"Have you seen any Capitol hovercrafts in the air?" Plutarch asks. Haymitch tells him no. "Good. That means we can definitely get to you guys without getting shot out of the sky. I can only think of one problem though… The reason we agreed on district eight as the pick up spot was because we know where district eight is. We don't know where you guys are…"
I didn't think about that. We're in the middle of the woods, and to be honest, we don't even know where we are ourselves. How will Plutarch find us?
"You haven't seen any of our symbols on the trees yet, have you?" Plutarch asks. I want to roll my eyes. We just told him we're a few hours away from reaching district eight, how could we have seen any of the symbols so far away?
"We aren't close enough," is all Haymitch says to that question. I'm sure Plutarch knew the answer already.
"The only other option we have is for you to use the communicator to send a signal of your exact location, but President Snow will see the signal as well," Plutarch says.
"We don't have any other options," Haymitch says as he looks at me. I nod, knowing that either we die today or we make it to district thirteen. "Either we keep moving or turn our signal on."
"Then we better get ready," I say as I grab my bow. "I say we keep moving after we turn the signal on."
"Plutarch, just be ready to fight when you get here," Haymitch says. "Start flying as soon as possible. I'm turning my signal on in a half hour. We'll keep moving in the meantime."
"Okay Haymitch, see you soon," he replies.
Either a district thirteen hovercraft will be here in an hour, or a Capitol one. Maybe the mutts finally get us. Either way, we'd better get ready. I'm just praying our death is quick if it comes down to it.
We continue to run, a few hours from district eight still, not slowing down anytime soon. In thirty minutes, we'll pretty much broadcast our exact location to all of Panem.
We have to hope that thirty minute head start we're giving district thirteen pays off. After half an hour, the mutts start turning their heads. Haymitch clicks something in the communicator, I'm assuming to broadcast our location. "We're running out of time," Haymitch says as we stop. "We might have to climb and wait."
"I can't climb," Will says behind us. "My arm is done, I can barely lift it over my head."
"We could-" I say before Haymitch cuts me off.
"He's too heavy to lift up," he says to me. "I know what you're thinking."
"Not if we use a rope," I say quickly. "From your bag."
"And what's your plan?" Will asks. Haymitch hands me the rope. I begin to tie it around Will's chest. Haymitch isn't wrong, the mutts are starting to come this direction. We're running out of time.
"We might not be able to lift you up, but we can help you climb," I say.
"The mutts," Haymitch says quietly. "They're coming."
"Shit," I say as I quickly tie a knot and start climbing. I scurry up the tree, like a squirrel until I reach a branch I think might be strong enough to hold him. Well, assist him. I wrap it around a branch maybe thirty feet in the air and slide down the tree quickly. "Climb."
He starts climbing with one arm, while Haymitch and I pull the rope, helping relieve some of the weight so he can climb. Once he reaches a few branches below the rope, Haymitch climbs after. The mutts are running towards us, maybe forty feet away.
"The mutts, can they climb?" Will asks as I jump up two branches just as the mutts reach me. The mutts are right below my feet. I climb one more branch.
"I hope not!" Haymitch says as he climbs. I kick a mutt down as it tries to jump at me.
"They can!" I say as I climb two more branches. "Shoot them!"
Haymitch shoots down at the mutts as I climb some more. "Plutarch should be a few more minutes! Keep shooting!"
The mutts are surrounding the tree now, climbing from all angles. Bullets fly into the mutts faces, but no matter how many we shoot, more replace them.
"I hear the hovercraft!" Will yells as he holds on to the branch below him.
I hear it too. Only question is, which one? Capitol? Or district thirteen?
"How do we get down from here?" Will yells down. "There's no way that hovercraft is getting between those trees to get us!"
"So we have to go up," I say. "Will, you have to keep climbing."
"I can't!" he yells down.
"I said keep climbing!" I yell back up. A mutt scratches my leg, a deep gash going through my foot. My foot burns in pain, I can feel the blood soaking my sock. Will does what I tell him, screaming in pain.
"Haymitch, we're here!" Plutarch says over the communicator. "A ladder's dropped, you guys have to climb!"
"Don't you think we're trying that already!" Haymitch says back. My gun runs out of ammo as Will reaches the ladder.
"I'm out of ammo!" I yell. Will gets frozen to the ladder as it pulls him up. Another mutt claws at my foot again, the same one as before. I can barely move my foot, the throbbing continues. "Haymitch!"
I drop my gun, hitting a few mutts on the way down, buying me a second to climb a little more, but it's no use. I hear Haymitch yelling above me.
"Climb Katniss!" Haymitch yells down. I try to step up another branch, as a mutt sinks its claw into my foot and pulls, causing me to slip out of the tree. "Katniss!"
I try to catch myself as I fall, sacrificing my hands and body to try to save myself. I fall ten feet before I finally get a grip on the tree with what's left of my hands, raw and bloody.
This might be it. If I can't climb, I die.
I reach up another branch, trying to put distance between me and the mutts. It's no use. They climb faster than I ever could, and no matter how many Haymitch shoots from above, they get closer and closer.
I'm still twenty feet from the ladder when Haymitch grabs the back of my collar and tries to pull me up with him. "Climb Katniss!" I do as he says and keep climbing, trying to ignore the constant pain shooting down my leg, the burning in my raw fingers. "We're almost there!"
Ten feet to go.
I kick another mutt in the face, knocking it down the tree. Tears soak my eyes, the pain almost unbearable in my body. I can't stop though.
Haymitch's gun runs out of ammo five feet from the ladder. "We have to jump!" he says. I grab the pistol from my thigh and shoot one mutt in the face as it reaches for me. I shoot three more before looking up at Haymitch.
Jump where?
Haymitch climbs one more branch, I follow right behind. The ladder is right there. He could reach it, if he let go of me. "You have to let go!"
Haymitch looks down and realizes I'm right. Then his eyes widen. "Will, drop the rope down!"
"We don't have time Haymitch!" I yell, realizing what he wants to do. The mutts are still climbing the tree. I keep shooting, trying to save my ammo but keep distance between the mutts and my legs.
Will drops the rope, and Haymitch quickly drops some down to me. "Tie it around you!" he yells.
My raw fingers wrap the rope around my upper body and knot it. This is going to hurt. Haymitch wraps the other end to him and jumps to the ladder. The ladder freezes him as he grabs it, thankfully, but I'm left in the tree. The hovercraft jerks forward the second Haymitch is on the ladder, knocking me out of the tree right as a mutt grabs my leg.
I don't fall to my death. Haymitch's quick thinking saved my life. I'm left dangling in the air, hitting trees branches and leaves as the hovercraft flies up, a mutt still holding my leg, it's claws sinking in slowly. I shoot the mutt in the head, right before I hit another tree, knocking the wind out of me. The ladder starts retracting into the hovercraft. The second Haymitch is inside the hovercraft, I begin to be pulled in by the rope.
My leg is on fire, shooting pain going through it, down to my foot. Once I reach the floor to the hovercraft, Haymitch and district thirteen soldiers pull me in. The floor closes once I'm inside.
"Damn, do you guys know how to make an entrance!" One of the soldiers says. "Let's get you some medical help."
I'm taken into a room with three tables, my mother getting syringes ready next to them. Will is taken to the table right across from me. I'm laid back on one of the tables, where my mother takes one look at my leg before she looks at me.
"They got you pretty good," she says as she cuts away some of my boot. "I think it'll be a lot less painful if I give you morphling. I'll fix you up, and when you wake up, we'll be in district thirteen."
She seems to be doing better than I thought she would, with Prim and all. "Okay," I whisper. I close my eyes, letting her do her job. She injects morphling into my neck, and seconds later, I don't feel a thing.
Dim lights wake me from my sleep. I must be in district thirteen. I'm no longer in the hovercraft.
I'm now wearing a green hospital gown, the chilly air creating goosebumps on my damaged skin. Cuts and bruises cover me from head to toe. Just like in the Games.
I look to my right and see Will, still asleep with a hospital gown on as well. Must be protocol for district thirteen, for patients to wear these. I hope I can leave soon.
A woman with short hair walks into the room, wearing a mask and gloves. Her eyes widen a little when she sees me awake, turning her around to let somebody know, I'm assuming.
I was right. My mother follows her back into the room. "How are you feeling?" she asks as she sits on my bed. She hasn't shut down, like she did with my father's death. She's gotten stronger, just like the rest of us.
"Better," I say. That's a lie. My leg is aching, head is pounding, and I'm having a little trouble breathing, but I'm sure she already knows that much. I decide not to ask how she is. We both know the answer to that as well. "Where's Haymitch?"
She looks down for a second before answering. "He's been with Plutarch and Coin all morning. They're going over the plan for rescuing Peeta and Prim."
"Have you heard anything about what they plan to do?" I ask, sitting up.
"No, not yet," she says quietly. "I just know that you aren't allowed to leave the hospital for a few days. Haymitch's orders, not Coin's."
"What?" I ask as I try to get out of the hospital bed. "That's my sister. I'll be damned if I'm not informed on what's going on."
"Katniss," she says. "Trust me, I wish I knew too. But Haymitch thinks it's best if you rest, you were terribly injured. You have a broken rib, two bruised ribs, and a concussion. Your leg was deeply cut multiple times. You won't be walking for weeks, you're in no condition to be fighting."
I know she's right. I am in no condition to be fighting. The morphling is wearing off, and I'm already in pain. But I still need to know what is going on. I stand up and immediately sit back on the bed. My leg and foot can't hold any of my weight up.
"Do you have a wheelchair in here?" I ask my mother. She leaves the room and comes back a minute later with one. "Thank you."
"I had nothing to do with this," she says as she helps me sit down on it. "I'll take you to their conference room."
I sit quietly as she wheels me through the dimly lit hallways, with no windows on any of the walls. District thirteen. An underground bunker. A secret kept from the rest of the districts for years. A secret that's soon to come out. And once it's out, war will come after. Snow doesn't want a war, but he's getting one.
She stops in front of a large door, and knocks hard. Plutarch is the one to open the door, his eyes widening a little at the sight of me before he smiles.
"Our mockingjay," he says. "Come in."
He holds the door to allow my mother to push me into the room, before she says goodbye and goes back to the hospital. Haymitch smirks at me, probably amused at my ability to do the exact opposite of what he tells me. I'm sure he expects it by now.
Gale, Plutarch, a district thirteen soldier, a woman that I'm assuming is President Coin, and Haymitch are surrounding a round table. I roll my way between Gale and Haymitch.
"Katniss Everdeen," Coin says with a small nod in my direction. "I am President Coin, leader of district thirteen. Leader of the rebellion. It is an honor to meet you."
"As to you, but I think there are more important things to talk about. How are we getting them out of the Capitol?" I ask, not in the mood for introductions. I want my sister and Peeta out of President Snow's hands. Coin gives me a look before replying.
"The hovercraft we have in our possession. Beetee is repairing it so we can use it for our rescue mission," she says as she stands up and walks around the table. "Boggs, if you would." She motions towards the table.
The man dressed in an all black military uniform taps the table, turning a screen on. A hologram of the Capitol appears. "The Tribute Center is where they are being kept, heavily protected by peacekeepers. There is no way inside without drawing most of them out. The hovercraft we've managed to secure from the Capitol will do just that. We're going to send the hovercraft into these buildings here," he says, pointing towards a different street. "This diversion, along with several smaller bombs around the Capitol placed by rebels like Plutarch himself… Should buy us enough time to rescue them."
"And if it doesn't?" I ask. "If Snow sees right through this, then what?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Coin asks seriously. Clearly she doesn't take kindly to others second guessing her plans.
I think for a second before replying. "The hovercraft will be shot out of the sky before it reaches any building within the Capitol. Even if we fly low, it's still a Capitol hovercraft. Snow most likely knows where they are at all times. But a distraction is what we need. Say we do that plan, how are you guys getting into the Tribute Center undetected?"
"A second hovercraft, one of our own. We'd attempt to fly in undetected while the peacekeepers worry about the first one," Boggs says.
"No, Snow's smarter than that," I say. I look at the hologram of the Capitol in front of me, thinking for a moment. "Haymitch, have you ever seen any doors in the Tribute Center that led to any backrooms, basements, anything?"
"In the elevators, one of the buttons had a thirteen on it. I never thought anything of it," he says. "And it was below the button for the lobby. Never lit up. I've never seen any doors for a basement though, no."
"I bet that's where they are then," I say quietly. "We need to go underground. Plutarch, do you have a map of your tunnels you built under some of the rebel buildings?"
He taps the hologram of the Capitol twice, where it flips to a view underneath the Capitol. I look for a few seconds before realizing something.
"Why did we go to Tigris' shop for the last meeting if there were tunnels that led under the Tribute Center?" I ask.
"Snow had eyes on you at all times," Plutarch starts. "If you magically disappeared without ever leaving the Tribute Center, the tunnels would have been given away. We needed to go to Tigris' shop because there were no cameras that pointed at it. Every tunnel that was built was mapped out in the Capitol perfectly."
I wonder what will happen to Tigris… If Snow found out she was a part of this, she'll be killed. I wonder what will happen to Cinna and Portia too… I don't even know if Effie came along or not. I need to focus though…
"So then we can use the tunnels to get into the Tribute Center?" I ask.
"Yes," Plutarch says. "But… If we do use the tunnels, that's out of the picture for any future missions in the Capitol. When the time comes, and we're ready to go after Snow…"
"That's fine," I say, not worried about that right now. My only focus is on Peeta and Prim. "When the time comes, we won't need to use them."
"Okay," Plutarch says.
"So then if we fly our hovercraft low and land outside of the walls, we can use this entrance here to get into the tunnels," I say as I point to the south entrance. "Follow Plutarch's map to get under the Tribute Center, and blow a hole in the ceiling to give us an entrance. How much time do you think we'd have before peacekeepers reach us down there?" I ask Boggs.
"Maybe two minutes if we can time the other explosions right," he replies, actually contemplating if this plan makes sense. "It might be quieter to use a hook on the ceiling though. A bomb will be too loud, they'll feel it in the Tribute Center. We'll be giving ourselves away. But a hook will definitely work. Two minutes isn't a lot of time but it's better than nothing. It's your call President Coin," Colonel Boggs says.
Coin looks as if she's debating something in her head. Probably whether or not she should be giving me this much power right now. "Fine. Underground does seem like our best option at this point in time."
"I'm going too," Gale says. I forgot he was here. Coin gives Boggs a look, somewhere between 'how long until they're gone,' and 'who do these kids think they are?'
"No. You aren't trained," Boggs says.
"I said I'm going," he says once more, this time firmer.
"This is not District Twelve," President Coin says. "You children don't get to run around doing whatever you want. We've survived seventy-five years because we have a system, we have order. You won't last long here if you don't learn that very quickly. Boggs said no, you aren't going."
"Let him come," Boggs says after thinking for a second. "It won't hurt to have someone who's been in the Capitol. But Gale, if you slow us down, you'll be left for dead," Boggs says as he heads for the door. Coin seems surprised he surrendered that easily after her speech. "This will be an ugly mission, and our only task is to rescue Peeta and Prim. If you're going, come with me to the gunroom."
Gale stands up and starts walking. "Yes sir," he says. This is the most obedient I've seen him. Ever. He wants to be on this mission, that is for certain.
"Meeting dismissed," Coin says, clearly frustrated.
I look over at Haymitch, knowing he wants a word with me. I try to mentally prepare myself as I wheel myself out of the room.
"I told your mother not to let you out of the hospital," he says. He pushes me down the hall, which I am grateful for. "But I knew you wouldn't listen."
"You know me well," I say quietly. "Do you think they can save them?"
"I hope so," he says. "Beetee will have the hovercraft done by tomorrow morning. Coin most likely will have a meeting in the Command Center to watch the mission live through each of the soldiers helmet cameras, so we can watch. You aren't going on this mission, you need rest and time to heal from your injuries."
"I know," I say. I wish he wasn't right, but I'm in no shape at all to go. I'm leaving the lives of the two people I love most in the hands of a bunch of strangers and Gale. Not that I don't trust Gale, but he is not trained for this type of mission at all.
Haymitch pushes my wheelchair into the hospital doors and heads to my bed, where my mother is waiting. She gives Haymitch a look.
"You know she wasn't going to stay once she realized what was going on," she says sarcastically. He laughs and nods.
"Get some rest Sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow," Haymitch says to me. "They'll both be safe by tomorrow night."
I take his advice and climb into the hospital bed with help from my mother, and fall asleep.
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