District 13 placed you in a cell that resembled a solitary confinement room. You were strapped to a bed by your ankles and wrists so you would reframe from harming the people that came in the room. Your head was fuzzy with the Trackerjacker venom the Capitol had tortured you with. The Capitol had altered your memories into bad ones. They made you hate all the people around you.

The door opened once again with a loud buzz that caused your ears to sting. You were expecting a doctor, not Peeta.