Thunder. Finnick's voice shouting your name. Katniss firing the arrow. An electric shock to your body. Darkness. The hovercraft's claw approaching you and the arena falling apart around you. Fire burning your skin. A blinding light...

You woke up in a daze. You quickly sat up on the stretcher, wanting to throw up from the dizziness that action brought you. Where the hell were you? The last thing you remembered was being in the middle of the Third Quarter Quell, helping Beetee with a plan to electrocute the remaining members.

You looked around. Beetee wasn't that far away from you, hard as a rock as he slept. Katniss was sleeping too, looking quite battered.

You seemed to be inside the hovercraft that had taken you out of the arena? You pulled a drip needle out of your arm and got ready to get up. You fell again, knocking a box of medical supplies to the floor and making quite a noise.

The door to the ship opened almost immediately. Finnick was the first to get in, followed by Haymitch, and finally, Plutarch. They believed it was Katniss who had made the noise, having gotten up again to try to kill Haymitch with a syringe.

— {{user}}... — Finnick ran to your side, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. Gods, he'd been so scared of losing you. — Sweetheart... Are you okay? What are you feeling?

One thing he was sure of: he'd never leave your side again.