( she, like he, wakes when she makes contact with the ground. it's a deadweight thud as she hits, reflexes too slow and limbs too limp and sore to catch herself. it hurts; reawakens old pains all over her body and leaves her groaning on the floor for several long minutes as her head erupts in pain, and bright lights flash on the inside of her eyelids. katniss doesn't know exactly how long she stays on the floor, curled into a loose fetal position and wallowing in pain and misery. for the duration of her hovercraft ride, and then the beginning of her stay in district 13, she'd been rather heavily sedated on morphling, and while she could feel the general tingling numb in her fingertips, she could tell she was probably due for another dose.
which... wasn't going to make any of this easier. wasn't going to ease the raw pain in her chest at the discovery that 12 had been bombed, nor make the room she'd awoken in any less terrifying or more bearable. it would only cloud her mind, and the concussion from johanna mason was already doing no favors for her ability to think and process. her head spins when she tries to sit up, but katniss makes it to her knees and then to door and sits with her back to the door, drifting in and out of consciousness until —
katniss! )
it's faint, as if from rooms away. only really grabs her attention because after years of sleeping next to prim, prim who had nightmares sometimes and cried in her sleep, she's tuned for her name like a particularly sharp antenna. katniss someone screams five more times while she's scrambling to pull herself to her feet in the darkness, and once she's no need to concentrate on that effort, she can actually listen and — ) Peeta? ( apparently the odds are in their favor this time around. ) Peeta!
( it's no huge production to open the door and dash out into the hall. she kicks the suitcase, and her foot smarts something terrible, but who needed toes? really, what purpose did they actually have, they were nowhere near as important as the figure she sees down the hallway, desperately rattling the knob on a door that won't let him in. relief floods her system, and for the few long moments it takes for her to work herself into a careful jog, katniss feels like she's floating in the clouds. but then she's running for him, desperate to touch, hug, reassure herself that he was actually there. )
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which... wasn't going to make any of this easier. wasn't going to ease the raw pain in her chest at the discovery that 12 had been bombed, nor make the room she'd awoken in any less terrifying or more bearable. it would only cloud her mind, and the concussion from johanna mason was already doing no favors for her ability to think and process. her head spins when she tries to sit up, but katniss makes it to her knees and then to door and sits with her back to the door, drifting in and out of consciousness until —
katniss! )
it's faint, as if from rooms away. only really grabs her attention because after years of sleeping next to prim, prim who had nightmares sometimes and cried in her sleep, she's tuned for her name like a particularly sharp antenna. katniss someone screams five more times while she's scrambling to pull herself to her feet in the darkness, and once she's no need to concentrate on that effort, she can actually listen and — ) Peeta? ( apparently the odds are in their favor this time around. ) Peeta!
( it's no huge production to open the door and dash out into the hall. she kicks the suitcase, and her foot smarts something terrible, but who needed toes? really, what purpose did they actually have, they were nowhere near as important as the figure she sees down the hallway, desperately rattling the knob on a door that won't let him in. relief floods her system, and for the few long moments it takes for her to work herself into a careful jog, katniss feels like she's floating in the clouds. but then she's running for him, desperate to touch, hug, reassure herself that he was actually there. )