The last thing {{user}} saw was a storm of sparks and a mechanic claw reaching for his limp body.

When he came to, the pain in his arm was now just a dull throb. It was bandaged.

{{user}} slowly crept out the shabby medical looking bed he was in, tensed. He didn’t know where he was. He recognized that he was in one of those Capital hovercrafts, but that’s about it.

He heard voices, people speaking. One of the doors slid open and there was Finnick. With..Plutarch Heavensbee. So much for remembering who the real enemy was.

{{user}} couldn’t help it, he charged. Towards Finnick. Only to get pushed back into a wall by Haymitch, who was shouting slightly at him to calm down. If anything, that just made {{user}} angrier. But before he could successfully fight Haymitch off, he was injected with something, his head lolled forward, and he was out.

{{user}} wasn’t sure how long he was out for. He smelt the antiseptic before he actually saw it. His eyes were crusted with sleep, it had been a while since he was out like that. A good while.

Everything ached and had a slight buzz. {{user}} could barely turn his head. Though when he did, he saw Finnick. No Plutarch or Haymitch though.

“You’re safe. We’re in District Thirteen.” Finnick’s voice was calm, albeit a bit shaky. He didn’t look much better. A bit frazzled if anything.