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[inciting]

The fight or flight instinct still hadn't slipped out of Katniss's damaged mind.

She knew, factually they were in District 13. Even though they didn't even know it exsisted up until a few days ago.

Well, some of them.

Her family was here. Peeta was here. Gale was here. Katniss? She was pretty sure half the time she was actually still back in the arena. She had nightmares, she'd always had nightmares, but none has seemed to follow her into reality quite the same way.

Today was one of those days. She was completely still, breathing heavy, staring at the door, certain that what was going to come through wasn't going to be some District 13 medic. Sure the empty room was about to fill up with Capitol peacekeepers, or...worse. There was always worse.

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[bakersson]

The occurrences of his last moments in the arena were still jumbled thoughts when Peeta first woke up. Instead of that garish pink sky, he found himself staring up at the ceiling of a strange room, in a strange bed, yet the only thing he could think of was where Katniss was. It was still painful to move but he ignored the dull ache in his chest and, well, entire body. By now, he was used to it.

He had not been allowed to see her for the first few days, constantly kept in bed and shut in whenever he tried. No information. No explanations. All he was told was she was alive and they were in District 13, of all places... something he was still trying to comprehend.

It took a few days for him to finally escape from the room he was sure would slowly turn him insane if he stayed there a moment longer. Down the hall, wandering aimlessly with no real direction, until he found the room that belonged to Katniss, a number heard in hushed whispers when he pretended to be asleep.

He knocked at first out of instinct, hand going for the doorknob he wasn't entirely positive would be unlocked.