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I

startle

when

I

catch

someone

staring

at

me

from

only

a

few

inches

away

and

then

realize

it

's

my

own

face

reflecting

back

in

the

glass

.

Wild

eyes

,

hollow

cheeks

,

my

hair

in

a

tangled

mat

.

Rabid

.

Feral

.

Mad

.

No

wonder

everyone

is

keeping

a

safe

distance

from

me

.

The

next

thing

I

know

we

've

landed

back

on

the

roof

of

the

Training

Center

and

they

're

taking

Peeta

but

leaving

me

behind

the

door

.

I

start

hurling

myself

against

the

glass

,

shrieking

and

I

think

I

just

catch

a

glimpse

of

pink

hair

-

it

must

be

Effie

,

it

has

to

be

Effie

coming

to

my

rescue

-

when

the

needle

jabs

me

from

behind

.

When

I

wake

,

I

'm

afraid

to

move

at

first

.

The

entire

ceiling

glows

with

a

soft

yellow

light

allowing

me

to

see

that

I

'm

in

a

room

containing

just

my

bed

.

No

doors

,

no

windows

are

visible

.

The

air

smells

of

something

sharp

and

antiseptic

.

My

right

arm

has

several

tubes

that

extend

into

the

wall

behind

me

.

I

'm

naked

,

but

the

bedclothes

arc

soothing

against

my

skin

.

I

tentatively

lift

my

left

hand

above

the

cover

.

Not

only

has

it

been

scrubbed

clean

,

the

nails

are

filed

in

perfect

ovals

,

the

scars

from

the

burns

are

less

prominent

.

I

touch

my

cheek

,

my

lips

,

the

puckered

scar

above

my

eyebrow

,

and

am

just

running

my

fingers

through

my

silken

hair

when

I

freeze

.

Apprehensively

I

ruffle

the

hair

by

my

left

ear

.

No

,

it

was

n't

an

illusion

.

I

can

hear

again

.

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I

try

and

sit

up

,

but

some

sort

of

wide

restraining

band

around

my

waist

keeps

me

from

rising

more

than

a

few

inches

.

The

physical

confinement

makes

me

panic

and

I

'm

trying

to

pull

myself

up

and

wriggle

my

hips

through

the

band

when

a

portion

of

the

wall

slides

open

and

in

steps

the

redheaded

Avox

girl

carrying

a

tray

.

The

sight

of

her

calms

me

and

I

stop

trying

to

escape

.

I

want

to

ask

her

a

million

questions

,

but

I

'm

afraid

any

familiarity

would

cause

her

harm

.

Obviously

I

am

being

closely

monitored

.

She

sets

the

tray

across

my

thighs

and

presses

something

that

raises

me

to

a

sitting

position

.

While

she

adjusts

my

pillows

,

I

risk

one

question

.

I

say

it

out

loud

,

as

clearly

as

my

rusty

voice

will

allow

,

so

nothing

will

seem

secretive

.

"

Did

Peeta

make

it

?

"

She

gives

me

a

nod

,

and

as

she

slips

a

spoon

into

my

hand

,

I

feel

the

pressure

of

friendship

.

I

guess

she

did

not

wish

me

dead

after

all

.

And

Peeta

has

made

it

.

Of

course

,

he

did

.

With

all

their

expensive

equipment

here

.

Still

,

I

had

n't

been

sure

until

now

.

As

the

Avox

leaves

,

the

door

closes

noiselessly

after

her

and

I

turn

hungrily

to

the

tray

.

A

bowl

of

clear

broth

,

a

small

serving

of

applesauce

,

and

a

glass

of

water

.

This

is

it

?

I

think

grouchily

.

Should

n't

my

homecoming

dinner

be

a

little

more

spectacular

?

But

I

find

it

's

an

effort

to

finish

the

spare

meal

before

me

.

My

stomach

seems

to

have

shrunk

to

the

size

of

a

chestnut

,

and

I

have

to

wonder

how

long

I

've

been

out

because

I

had

no

trouble

eating

a

fairly

sizable

breakfast

that

last

morning

in

the

arena

.

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There

's

usually

a

lag

of

a

few

days

between

the

end

of

the

competition

and

the

presentation

of

the

victor

so

that

they

can

put

the

starving

,

wounded

,

mess

of

a

person

back

together

again

.

Somewhere

,

Cinna

and

Portia

will

be

creating

our

wardrobes

for

the

public

appearances

.

Haymitch

and

Effie

will

be

arranging

the

banquet

for

our

sponsors

,

reviewing

the

questions

for

our

final

interviews

.

Back

home

,

District

12

is

probably

in

chaos

as

they

try

and

organize

the

homecoming

celebrations

for

Peeta

and

me

,

given

that

the

last

one

was

close

to

thirty

years

ago

.

Home

!

Prim

and

my

mother

!

Gale

!

Even

the

thought

of

Prim

's

scruffy

old

cat

makes

me

smile

.

Soon

I

will

be

home

!

I

want

to

get

out

of

this

bed

.

To

see

Peeta

and

Cinna

,

to

find

out

more

about

what

's

been

going

on

.

And

why

should

n't

I

?

I

feel

fine

.

But

as

I

start

to

work

my

way

out

of

the

band

,

I

feel

a

cold

liquid

seeping

into

my

vein

from

one

of

the

tubes

and

almost

immediately

lose

consciousness

.

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