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This
happens
on
and
off
for
an
indeterminate
amount
of
time
.
My
waking
,
eating
,
and
,
even
though
I
resist
the
impulse
to
try
and
escape
the
bed
,
being
knocked
out
again
.
I
seem
to
be
in
a
strange
,
continual
twilight
.
Only
a
few
things
register
.
The
redheaded
Avox
girl
has
not
returned
since
the
feeding
,
my
scars
are
disappearing
,
and
do
I
imagine
it
?
Or
do
I
hear
a
man
's
voice
yelling
?
Not
in
the
Capitol
accent
,
but
in
the
rougher
cadences
of
home
.
And
I
ca
n't
help
having
a
vague
,
comforting
feeling
that
someone
is
looking
out
for
me
.
Then
finally
,
the
time
arrives
when
I
come
to
and
there
's
nothing
plugged
into
my
right
arm
.
The
restraint
around
my
middle
has
been
removed
and
I
am
free
to
move
about
.
I
start
to
sit
up
but
am
arrested
by
the
sight
of
my
hands
.
The
skin
's
perfection
,
smooth
and
glowing
.
Not
only
are
the
scars
from
the
arena
gone
,
but
those
accumulated
over
years
of
hunting
have
vanished
without
a
trace
.
My
forehead
feels
like
satin
,
and
when
I
try
to
find
the
burn
on
my
calf
,
there
's
nothing
.
I
slip
my
legs
out
of
bed
,
nervous
about
how
they
will
bear
my
weight
and
find
them
strong
and
steady
.
Lying
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
is
an
outfit
that
makes
me
flinch
.
It
's
what
all
of
us
tributes
wore
in
the
arena
.
I
stare
at
it
as
if
it
had
teeth
until
I
remember
that
,
of
course
,
this
is
what
I
will
wear
to
greet
my
team
.
I
'm
dressed
in
less
than
a
minute
and
fidgeting
in
front
of
the
wall
where
I
know
there
's
a
door
even
if
I
ca
n't
see
it
when
suddenly
it
slides
open
.
I
step
into
a
wide
,
deserted
hall
that
appears
to
have
no
other
doors
on
it
.
But
it
must
.
And
behind
one
of
them
must
be
Peeta
.
Now
that
I
'm
conscious
and
moving
,
I
'm
growing
more
and
more
anxious
about
him
.
He
must
be
all
right
or
the
Avox
girl
would
n't
have
said
so
.
But
I
need
to
see
him
for
myself
.
"
Peeta
!
"
I
call
out
,
since
there
's
no
one
to
ask
.
I
hear
my
name
in
response
,
but
it
's
not
his
voice
.
It
's
a
voice
that
provokes
first
irritation
and
then
eagerness
.
Effie
.
I
turn
and
see
them
all
waiting
in
a
big
chamber
at
the
end
of
the
hall
-
Effie
,
Haymitch
,
and
Cinna
.
My
feet
take
off
without
hesitation
.
Maybe
a
victor
should
show
more
restraint
,
more
superiority
,
especially
when
she
knows
this
will
be
on
tape
,
but
I
do
n't
care
.
I
run
for
them
and
surprise
even
myself
when
I
launch
into
Haymitch
's
arms
first
.
When
he
whispers
in
my
ear
,
"
Nice
job
,
sweetheart
,
"
it
does
n't
sound
sarcastic
.
Effie
's
somewhat
teary
and
keeps
patting
my
hair
and
talking
about
how
she
told
everyone
we
were
pearls
.
Cinna
just
hugs
me
tight
and
does
n't
say
anything
.
Then
I
notice
Portia
is
absent
and
get
a
bad
feeling
.
"
Where
's
Portia
?
Is
she
with
Peeta
?
He
is
all
right
,
is
n't
he
?
I
mean
,
he
's
alive
?
"
I
blurt
out
.
"
He
's
fine
.
Only
they
want
to
do
your
reunion
live
on
air
at
the
ceremony
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
Oh
.
That
's
all
,
"
I
say
.
The
awful
moment
of
thinking
Peeta
's
dead
again
passes
.
"
I
guess
I
'd
want
to
see
that
myself
.
"
