It was 6 am and she found herself wide awake. It was hard to sleep with three men snoring like freight trains in your room.
She was restless and she was anxious, and these two feelings combined seemed to make her feel compelled to explore. Sitting still wasn't an option when no one else was awake to keep her distracted. Her mind was spiralling and catastrophising. Where was Finnick? Was he safe? Was he alive? Was he dead? Did he even know she was alive? Did he think she was dead? Would someone be able to find him?
She felt useless. She felt powerless. She could barely stand, so it wasn't like she could sneak off to go find her husband herself. She'd probably collapse before she made it out of the hospital. She had to rely on others, and she hated that feeling. Peeta had pinky promised her when she woke up from surgery that as soon as she was out of the woods and not at risk of going downhill, he'd demand a search party be sent out. He'd flat-out refused to leave the hospital and go petition the leaders until she was ok.
With Tyler and Buck here now though, she had more support, so as soon as the men woke up, she'd be sending them to demand Plutarch dispatch a team to find Finnick.
But until then, she had to do something to keep her mind busy. She didn't know what hospital she was at, so figuring out where she was on a map seemed like a good place to start. When she'd asked Peeta earlier where they were, he'd changed the subject. The only time the baker boy had left her side while she was awake yesterday was to go and make tea for them both. After he handed hers to her, he quickly snatched the mug back and swapped it with his. When she asked him why he did that, he said that he'd made the tea with milk first in the mug with the logo on it, which is why he took it back. Peeta would never make his tea like that though. He was raised better. She had brushed it off yesterday because she didn't particularly care, but now that her mind was hyper-fixating on the task of working out where she was, she felt suspicious of his behaviour.
As quietly as she could manage, Taiya gingerly lifted her legs onto the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. Every movement felt like an effort, she was wobbly and her vision swam with stars. She paused, taking deep breaths to steady herself as the lightheadedness subsided. With morphling running through her veins, she felt weak and unsteady. She had to grip the wall with one hand and drag her morphling drip along with the other as she stumbled out of the room.
Only a few steps beyond her door, she had to halt and lean against the wall, gasping for breath. Perhaps this walk wasn't such a good idea. But she didn't want to give in. Didn't want to retreat. Anything was better than sitting down idly, consumed with worry.
She took a deep breath before peeling herself away from the wall and continuing down the hall.
This time, she made it further. She reached the nurses' station before her vision started clouding with exhaustion again. Only one nurse was sitting at the desk. She could manipulate one nurse for information easily. So she let her legs buckle beneath her and she collapsed to the floor.
"Miss Ambersnow!" the nurse gasped, immediately springing up from her seat and racing over. "Miss Ambersnow, are you alright?"
"That's not my name," Taiya protested frantically, tears welling in her eyes as she squeezed them shut. As soon as she heard her maiden name called out, she immediately lost focus of her plan to find out where she was, and instead, her mind retreated into a panic over Finnick. "That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my name," she repeated, slamming her hands over her ears as she curled into a ball.
"Taiya?" the nurse nervously addressed her as she hovered a hand over her. She wasn't sure how to proceed. "Taiya, why are you out of bed?"
"I got married," Taiya blurted out, disregarding the nurse's questions. "I'm Taiya Odair now. I'm not Miss Ambersnow. He's alive. He's alive. He's alive," she chanted, her voice trembling with desperation. "He's not gone. He wouldn't leave me. He would never leave me. He promised. We promised each other. I'm not a widow."
"We need to get you back to bed," the nurse murmured.
"I don't want to go back to bed," Taiya bit back a sob. "That's where I think about things. I don't want to think about things. Don't make me go back."
The nurse looked down at the broken girl below her. Everyone had been wary of Taiya. Prim had always insisted that she was more bark than bite, but the other nurses thought it was just because she was Katniss' sister and was given special treatment from Taiya. But seeing the victor now, without her regular steely facade, she thought that Prim might've been onto something. No one was naive to the plight of the victors, the majority of them had ended up in the mental health ward of the District 13 hospital at some point. But knowing how to manage each of their outbursts was where the difficulty lay.
"Why don't you sit with me at the desk?" the nurse tentatively suggested. Despite Taiya being distraught and injured, the nurse was still well aware that this was a trained killer who seemed to have a habit of lashing out, it'd be best to tread carefully.
"I can sit with you?" Taiya's eyes seemed to clear slightly at the offer as she regained some control over her mind.
"I could use the company," the nurse smiled gently, trying to hide the nerves.
"Thank you," Taiya nodded appreciatively. This was a good outcome, nurses always seemed to know everything that was going on. She could try and get some information out of her. "I'm Taiya," she sat up and held her hand out for the nurse shyly.
"Arabella," the nurse introduced herself, desperately trying to stop her hand from trembling as she shook the victor's hand. "Let me fetch you a wheelchair; you'll be able to move around much easier that way. You really shouldn't be standing with your injuries."
"Thanks," Taiya replied as Arabella walked over to a nearby cupboard and pulled out a wheelchair.
"Do you need a hand getting in?" Arabella offered.
"I'm ok," Taiya declined, she didn't want to feel entirely helpless.
It was a struggle standing back up from the ground, when she put her hands out to give her leverage to push up, pain rippled through her chest and her whole body shook. But she managed to get up and into the chair, albeit with a slight helping hand from the nurse.
"I have a few charts I have to enter into the system," Arabella told her as they made their way back to the desk. "But you're welcome to stay here."
"Thank you," Taiya replied distractedly, her eyes darting around the desk as she tried to discern their location.
"Are you alright?" Arabella asked.
"Do you know which hospital this is?" Taiya inquired, fixing her gaze on Arabella.
"Creed West," Arabella replied, turning back to her work. She didn't see the storm that came over Taiya's face.
Unseen by Arabella, Taiya wheeled herself closer and gave Arabella's chair a weak kick, enough to push the nurse aside.
Taiya quickly pulled the keyboard towards her, ignoring Arabella's protests as she clicked on the hospital's main system and typed in the name Lucius Creed.
"You can't do that! There's privileged information on there!" Arabella protested.
"Oh please," Taiya snorted. "I don't care about patients. I care about finding this scum bucket."
"Scum bucker? Who? Maybe I can help," Arabella falsely offered, desperate to reclaim control of her computer.
"The human pile of dirt that runs this hospital," Taiya snapped. "The loser who needed his daddy to get him a job because he's so useless."
"Oh my god, Creed like the guy from your propo?" Arabella asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Yep. That scum bag. He wasn't cowering in his apartment, so he must be at his weekend place. I don't know where that is, but the address might be on here somewhere. If I get his address to Gale, maybe I could get him to go pick him up for me," she mumbled to herself. "Dale owes me big time. He could deliver him to the hospital and I could gift-wrap him for Gloss when that man finally shows up."
Taiya frowned when the address she was seeking popped up on the screen. That was right around the corner from Tigris'. He'd been so close.
"Where is Gale?" Taiya asked Arabella as she grabbed a pen and wrote down the address. Gale was another person on her list - bold, red and underlined.
"He comes around a lot."
"I haven't seen him," Taiya snorted.
"He hasn't been checking in on you unless you're asleep," Arabella awkwardly pushed her hair behind her ear as she shifted in her chair. "He's checked in on you a lot though."
"Ew," Taiya wrinkled up her nose. She didn't want Dale checking up on her at all, especially not when she was asleep.
Taiya turned back to the computer screen and exited out of the tab she'd gotten Lucius' information from, and when she did, her eyes immediately landed on a familiar name.
Katniss Everdeen. Room 216.
Taiya refrained from revealing that she'd seen anything, and casually pushed the keyboard back in the nurse's direction and wheeled her chair back so Arabella could reclaim her place in front of the computer.
"This is kind of fun," Taiya remarked, moving her wheelchair back and forth. "I can see why Beetee got himself one of these."
"Mr Latier got one because he has nerve damage from the electrical shock in the arena and can no longer walk," Arabella sighed.
"Well played, Beetee," Taiya hummed to herself.
"You really shouldn't be doing that," Arabella cautioned as she watched Taiya wheeling in circles. "You'll put pressure on your wound. The medicine we gave you to heal it faster won't work if you reopen it. Here," she stood up and pointed out a button on the arm of the chair. "You can use this to control it mechanically," she explained, demonstrating by pressing the button to wheel her forwards.
"Oh cool!" Taiya gasped. "Beetee's chair can't do this!"
"No it can't," Arabella sighed. Maybe it'd been a mistake to offer the victor to sit with her. She had a lot of work left to do and Taiya was not making it easy to concentrate.
"Hey I'm going to test drive this," Taiya announced with a grin. "See how fast it goes."
"Yes!" Arabella nodded eagerly. "Yes, do that."
"Awesome. I'll be back."
"Take your time. And please, don't go near patient rooms! They're asleep," Arabella pleaded as Taiya sped off.
Taiya, however, most certainly had the intention of going near the patient's rooms. She needed to visit room 216. She didn't know why Katniss was in hospital, but she wanted to check up on her. Hunting for Creed could wait until she'd checked on the Mockingjay.
Peeta hadn't told her much about what had happened; he'd just told her the rebels won. Although to be fair, she hadn't exactly bombarded him with questions.
The elevator door opened and she wheeled herself onto the second floor. There, at the end of the corridor, stood a room guarded by soldiers. That would be the Mockingjay's room.
"This area is restricted, Miss," one guard stepped in front of her chair, blocking her path into the room.
Taiya just snorted. Restricted didn't mean shit.
Before she could retort, a loud sob echoed from Katniss' room. Someone inside was crying.
Taiya peered her head around the guard and caught sight of the back of Mrs Everdeen's head. She was facing away from the door, her body convulsing with sobs.
"Mrs Everdeen?"
Taiya's therapist turned at the sound of her name, her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears. "Oh, Taiya, sweetheart," she sniffled, wiping under her eyes. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a good time for a session."
"I'm not here for a session; I'm here to check on Katniss. Are you okay?" Taiya asked, trying to get closer.
"Miss," a guard interjected, holding his hand up.
"She's fine," Mrs Everdeen assured him. "Let her in," she turned her attention back to the bed.
Taiya shot the guard a smirk and swiftly wheeled herself forward, making sure she ran over his toe on the way in.
"Oh my god!" Taiya gasped.
Katniss looked terrible.
Her entire body was covered in medicated wet bandages.
"What happened to her?" Taiya breathed.
"An explosion," Mrs Everdeen choked out.
"Oh," Taiya breathed. She must've been right in the middle of it. It seemed like the only part of her that wasn't burnt was her face. "Are you okay?"
"I wasn't there," Mrs Everdeen shook her head, unable to tear her gaze away from her eldest daughter.
This woman had done her best to help Taiya in District 13, and Taiya had mostly made a mockery of it. It was as though, before every session, Mrs Everdeen would read a new chapter in a textbook and come in preaching the ideology she'd just read. She'd preach things like, 'People can be surprisingly nice if you believe in the good in people' and would just try different techniques until something stuck. She should've started with the chapter on stress balls.
But Taiya did like the woman well enough, and she liked her daughters. "Are you okay though?" Taiya reached over and took her hand.
Mrs Everdeen looked over at Taiya, she looked so deeply sad. "No," she answered after a pause before she returned her eyes to her child.
"There you are!" Buck's voice huffed from the doorway. "What were you thinking, young lady? You can't wander around without telling anyone."
"What are you doing?" Taiya frowned at him.
"I don't know," Buck dropped his hands from his hips with a shrug. "Trying to sound responsible. Seriously though, what are you doing? Nearly gave me a heart attack when I woke up and you weren't there."
"How did you know I was here?" Taiya asked quietly as the guard allowed Buck to step into the room.
"First place I checked kiddo. Restricted part of the hospital; of course that's where you'd head. Hi Clara," he greeted Mrs Everdeen softly.
Katniss mumbled as her head lolled to the side. "I was drowning. I saw everyone, everyone dead. I feel like I'm floating."
Mrs Everdeen dropped Taiya's hand and immediately reached out for Katniss'.
"Is she awake?" Taiya leaned forward.
"No," Mrs Everdeen shook her head. "No, she's been doing this. Talking in her sleep. She's on a lot of medicine."
"So are you, so we should go," Buck whispered in Taiya's ear as he gripped her wheelchair.
Taiya turned behind to look at him and nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. It was best to leave the mother and daughter in peace.
"Alright," Buck pulled Taiya's chair backward out of the room and started down the corridor.
"Hang on," Taiya made him stop. "Maybe I can offer her and Prim my penthouse? That way they could get a good night's sleep outside of the hospital, it'll be more comfortable. The area's a bit destroyed, but the penthouse was fine."
"Oh…" Buck sighed as he let go of her wheelchair and came to crouch in front of her. "Tay… Prim's dead."
Taiya was silent as she processed what he said, but she couldn't quite believe it. "What?"
"She died. In the same explosion Katniss was caught up in; she was right in the middle."
Taiya's heart was breaking. Prim was dead. Sweet, innocent Prim. "Prim can't be dead. It's Prim. That's not fair."
"I know, I know," Buck brushed his hand over Taiya's hair. "Everyone was at the President's gate looking for refuge. Children. Then they bombed them. The Capitol bombed their own children," he shook his head in disgust. "Some of the rebels got caught up in it. Prim got caught up in it."
Taiya looked back down the hallway. She wanted to go say something. But what were you meant to say to your therapist after her daughter had been blown up? There wasn't any protocol for that situation.
"Come on," Buck stood up and began pushing her again. He was silent until they got into the elevator. He glanced down at her and could see her mind whirring; he knew he had to distract her. "I found out something last night after you fell asleep," he broke through the silence.
"What?" Taiya turned behind to look at him.
"Gale, when he and Katniss were headed towards the mansion to get a shot at Snow, he got taken by the Peacekeepers."
"How'd he escape?" Taiya frowned. He obviously hadn't been killed; the nurse had said he'd been checking in on her.
"Well I don't know the specifics, but I do know what happened when he tried to break away from the Peacekeepers."
"What happened?"
"He got shot twice."
"No way!" Taiya's eyes widened in delight.
"Don't get too excited. Those Peacekeepers don't seem to have great aim. He got grazed by one and hit in the arm with the other. He's just got a bandage."
"Damn," Taiya slumped in her seat. "Thought it'd be better than that."
"Oh cheer up. It keeps him around for you to take a run at him."
"Very true," Taiya nodded as they exited the elevators.
"Tyler?" Buck called out when they saw the man storming out of Taiya's hospital room.
"No way!" Taiya's eyes lit up in delight. Tyler was roughly dragging Gale out of there by the collar of his shirt.
"Taiya," Gale breathed a sigh of relief. "See, look, she's fine, she's fine!" he tried fruitlessly to shrug off Tyler's hold.
"She has a gunshot wound in her chest. She is not fine!" Tyler snapped at him as he shook him. "I'll be back shortly," Tyler addressed Taiya and Buck quickly before he stormed away with Gale.
"Woah," Taiya breathed out.
"Yeah…" Buck grimaced, he wasn't willing to get himself involved in whatever Tyler was about to do. "Tyler's lost his marbles, he's just about as crazy as you are now," he continued pushing her back into her room.
"Rude," Taiya frowned.
"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't say that about Tyler. You're way worse."
"Not what I meant," Taiya glared. "Hey Peeta," she greeted the boy who was standing in the corner of her room with wide eyes.
"I think Tyler's going to kill Gale," Peeta breathed.
Buck looked over at the District 12 boy as he helped Taiya back onto her bed. "Ah, don't worry about Tyler. He probably won't do it."
"Probably?"
"Meh," Taiya shrugged. "Tyler's too socially nervous to kill Gale."
"What does 'socially nervous' even mean?" Peeta asked as he walked to the doorway and stuck his head out.
"It means Tyler doesn't want to draw attention to us, so he probably won't kill him," Buck answered.
"Hey, why didn't Gloss or Johanna come with you guys?" Taiya asked Buck as she lay down. "And what about Annie and Mags?"
Peeta pulled his head back in and looked over at Buck, he didn't know whether they were telling Taiya that Gloss had immediately run off to go find Finnick.
"Gloss has gone fishing," Buck panicked in his answer. It took everything in Peeta not to facepalm.
"He's gone… fishing?" Taiya raised her eyebrows.
"Yep. He's fishing," Buck nodded. "Johanna is still in hospital in 13. Neither she nor Annie or Mags know what happened. We didn't want to panic them until we saw you. They'll probably get them out here soon enough," he continued quickly, hoping Taiya wouldn't follow up on Gloss' whereabouts.
"Hmm," Taiya leaned back against her pillows with a groan.
"Hey Peeta," Buck looked over at the boy. "Why don't you go let the nurse know Taiya's awake."
"She already knows," Taiya shut down his request as she held a piece of paper in the air. "I commandeered her computer earlier."
Buck snatched the paper and looked it over. "Creed's address," he smirked. "Well played."
"Thank you," she popped as she put the note down on her bedside table. "We're at Creed West she told me. So gross."
That reminded Peeta. He wanted to tell Tyler who had treated Taiya's injury in Tigris' basement before she got to the hospital. It'd be best to run it past him first before they told Taiya. She would not be happy to find out they let Lucius go.
"I'm going to be back soon," Peeta exited the room, leaving just Buck and Taiya.
Buck looked down at Taiya's left hand. She was opening and closing it. That was her nervous tell, a sign of anxiety, it had been for years. "What's on your mind?" he gently probed.
"Katniss. She got caught up in an explosion and ended up like that. What if… what if that's what happened to Finnick? What if he's lying underground, dying? What if he's already dead, like Prim? They set off an explosion near him to kill those mutts, but what if he didn't get away in time? I mean it all happened and I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't even know it happened. Oh god, I feel sick," she rubbed her eyes.
Buck shifted on his feet uncomfortably, he wasn't usually the one who had to help deal with emotions, that wasn't his forte. It made him uncomfortable. That was more Tyler's area of support.
"Look," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know not knowing is hard… I'm worried too. But I promise you, I know for a fact that someone's been sent underground to look for him. But right now, you need to try to worry about yourself. You got really, really hurt Tay. You're lucky Peeta and Tigris got you here in time. If you stress yourself out, you'll just make yourself worse. You have to try to sort your thoughts like… seashells. Yeah, imagine you're on the beach and you want to make a shell necklace, so you have to grab the shells, and you need to sort them into good shells and bad shells. Do that with your thoughts, try and push the bad ones to the side, because you don't want to make a necklace with bad thoughts. Focus on the good shells, which are good thoughts." Buck stared into space for a moment as he mulled over the advice he'd just given before he nodded. He was happy with it.
Taiya blinked, it was bizarre advice. "Organise thoughts like I want to make a necklace… okay," she murmured.
"Not bad advice," Buck smiled, he was very proud of himself. "You should probably write that tip down. You have my permission to use it. Might come in handy one day if you have little mini-you's running around."
"Oh yeah, I will, umm, I will keep that in mind," she gave him a small smile.
Buck was weird.
Gloss was trying his best to navigate the underground labyrinth of tunnels. "Fish Brain?" Gloss called out through the tunnels. "Fish Face? Ambersnow-lover?"
He'd been calling out for ages, but he hadn't gotten a response and now he was getting worried.
"Trident boy, where are you?" he shouted, each unanswered call stressed him out even more. He couldn't come back empty-handed. Taiya would be absolutely beyond devastated.
Plus, he'd definitely be the best friend forever if he rescued her husband. Johanna would have no hope.
"Come on Fish Boy! This isn't funny!" he yelled as he trudged through some murky water. "You've got a mildly insane wife waiting for you!"
He strained his ears, hoping to hear any echo of movement or a reply in the tunnels ahead. All he could hear was the faint drip of water and the distant hum of machines.
He groaned but continued. He was just hoping he hadn't ended up turned around underground, it was just so easy to lose your bearings.
He'd gone around a couple more corners when he froze.
He could hear something.
It was faint, but it was there.
He raised the pistol he was holding and took quiet steps towards the sound. It could be Finnick, or it could be something else.
He didn't know if any of those freaky lizard mutts Taiya was so scared of were still lurking around down here, or maybe Capitolites were hiding underground. It was best to be cautious.
"74 Shells of Clams on the Shore, 74 Shells of Clams! Take one down, pass it around, 73 Shells of Clams on the Shore!
73 Shells of Clams on the Shore, 73 Shells of Clams! Take one down, pass it around, 72 Shells of Clams on the Shore!"
That was no lizard mutt. That was Trident Boy singing some weird tune. Gloss rounded the corner to see him hanging suspended in a net from the ceiling.
"72 Shells of Clams on the Shore, 72 Shells of Clams! Take one down, pass it around, 71 Shells of…"
"Oi!" Gloss interrupted.
Startled, Finnick let out a high-pitched yelp as his entire body jerked up and he got himself even more entangled in the net.
"Gloss?" he gasped, as he manoeuvred himself to see who had snuck up on him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gloss stared incredulously at him. He thought he'd find the man pacing the tunnels searching for a way out, not singing.
"Just… hanging out," Finnick attempted to joke about his predicament.
"Oh god," Gloss shook his head in disbelief. "That was lame, man."
Finnick, still entangled in the net, was scrambling to turn around to look at Gloss. "Have you seen Taiya? Is she alright? Is she okay? Is she alive? Is it over? Please tell me she's alright," he pleaded.
Gloss stepped closer as he looked at the net holding Finnick up, as he debated with himself how best to get him down. "Peeta got her to a hospital in time, I spoke to him. She's stable, but I don't know how bad it was. I pretty much ran straight out of there to find you, I didn't get a chance to see her first."
"Didn't know you cared," Finnick fidgeted.
"Don't flatter yourself, Fish Breath. I'm just here to go up the friendship rankings," he retorted as he put his pistol away and pulled out a knife.
"Did Peeta tell you anything? About Tay?" Finnick asked, his eyes watching Gloss' face for answers.
Gloss nodded as he grabbed at the net and pulled, trying to find the right spot to cut. "He said you guys were ambushed by the lizard mutts that Snow tortured her with."
"Yeah," Finnick frowned as he remembered.
"Do you know why they didn't attack you both?" Gloss looked over at him.
"I have no idea," Finnick admitted as he ran a hand down his face. "It's bad if that gets out, right?"
"Yeah," Gloss nodded. They were thinking the same thing. That the couple would be accused of working with the Capitol if word got out that they were the only two not being targeted. "She's definitely going to kill Gale though when she's up and about."
"I think that's been on her to-do list for a while," Finnick smiled weakly. He had to see her. He'd been apart from her thinking nothing but worrying thoughts for too long. "Get me out of here."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm working on it," Gloss dismissed. "I think this line will release it," he pulled at the rope.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Cut it," Finnick groaned.
"You really have no patience, peacock," Gloss rolled his eyes before he sliced through the net.
As the strand of rope was cut, Finnick suddenly plummeted downward, landing ungracefully with a loud thud on the ground below.
Gloss peered down with a frown. "Real smooth, Fish Brain," he mocked, barely suppressing the chuckle he could feel building in his chest.
"Are you kidding me?" Finnick snapped. "You did that on purpose!"
Gloss just snorted as he held his hand out and helped Finnick up. "Hope you're not into gymnastics because you are not scoring any points for that landing."
"Two out of ten for style?" Finnick rubbed his back with a wince. It was already sore from his fall off the ladder, and now it felt even worse. "Do you know your way out of here? I got lost before."
"Plutarch deactivated all the pods in the city so we've got free rein on the exits, they should all be clear," Gloss told him.
"Did you come in near here?" Finnick asked, he had been completely disoriented underground.
"Yeah, Peeta told me your squad exited right near Tigris' shop. Tigris helped look after Taiya. Peeta got her to Creed West so it's not that far to go once we're out."
"Creed West?" Finnick asked and Gloss nodded. "Oh geez," he groaned. That was just her luck that she'd ended up at Creed's hospital. She'd be absolutely fuming when she found out. "Alright Lip Gloss," Finnick smirked, clapping Gloss' shoulder. "Lead the way and get us out of here."
"Please don't call me Lip Gloss."
Heyyyy! I'm back! For those of you who don't have Wattpad, I posted some updates on there but boy did I have an eventful holiday! I went to the Philippines with my friends to get some sun, because the London rain was killing my soul. I went for a walk in the water, and just fell over and ended up breaking my ankle. My friends and I were like there's no way you can break your ankle doing that, so I limped back to our hotel and spent the whole rest of the day in agony before we were like maybe a doctor is a good idea... turns out yeah, you can break it by falling in the water lol. I had to fly, with my broken ankle back to London, because I was going to need surgery on it, which was super fun... Then a couple of weeks later, I was like wow my arm is still sore, I thought I just bruised it when I fell, but it wasn't getting better. So my mum took me and my wheelchair back to the hospital and got it x-rayed, and yay, that's broken as well. So I was completely out of it on pain meds for a while, but yay, I'm back now! Hope you've all been well!
ShiaraS46: Gloss knows, if you want something done properly, you have to do it yourself. So he's out looking for Finnick!
Amezing: Haha! I was, and then I came to a stop, but I am back now!
Mim31: J'aurais aimé que Gloss soit plus présent dans les livres et les films, j'ai l'impression qu'il aurait pu être génial !
sarah: omg thank you so much!
Guest: I would never abandon you! I am back!