Chapter 33
"Are you sure?" I hear a faint voice.
"She'll be fine" another voice says.
"Do you have a plan?"
"District 7."
I hear other bits and pieces from conversations, but I can't make out much.
I wake up and my vision is so blurry I can barely make out shapes of things around me.
"Guys, hey!" A voice says. "I think she's waking up."
"Hey, hey, hey." A familiar voice, different from the first, says calmly. "Don't try to get up yet, you're still in pretty bad shape."
I try to speak but no words come out.
"You're fine." the voice says again.
"Wha--" I make out. "What?" I can't complete my thought. I try sitting up.
"Shh. Just go back to sleep." he says, gently pushing me back down.
My vision is still blurry, but it's slowly coming back. I make out three people, what looks like two boys and a girl.
"Who--" I try to say. "Who are-?" Just the simplest words leave me breathless.
"Hey." That voice, it's so familiar, why can't I figure it out? "Everything's gonna be okay. I know you have a lot of questions, we'll answer them soon. You just need to rest okay?"
Everything hits me at once and I feel tears stream down my face.
"Hey, hey." the voice comforts me. "You're okay, you're safe."
It's that word that triggers something. Safe. I'm safe. But safe from what?
Then I remember. The Games, my family, the fall, Talon.
Talon.
My vision clears and through the tears I see him. Talon. I gain a bit of happiness and I try to smile.
"Talon." I breathe
"Hi Kamela." he smiles.
Then I see behind him. The boy and the girl are the ones from the arena. There's a bright white light, a small room, I'm not in the arena anymore.
I panic, trying to get up, moving, fighting, doing anything I can to get away.
"Hey! Hey, Kamela!" Talon says, trying to hold me down. "Calm down! You're okay!"
"It's the--!" I try to speak. "Them! It's th-them!"
"I know! But it's okay!" He says. "They're good, trust me!" his voice softens. "Trust me."
I stop trying to fight. He grabs me in his arms and holds me, not letting go.
"I know this is a lot to take in." he says. I can't stop crying enough to respond.
The last thought I have before I fall asleep again, 'If I'm not in the arena,'
'Then where am I?'
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