The Legacy of Quinn Maverick | BOOK IV

Prologue | Restraints

The hospital ward was quiet. It had been maybe only a few hours since the ship had arrived, and Orion couldn't hear anything outside the room he had been put in. He laid there for a minute, his head was still pounding from Peeta's fist. And his arm throbbed just as much from where Finnick had cut out his tracker after he cut out his own. But his head was almost unbearable. Peeta hadn't given him any time at all to explain-- then again he couldn't have explained anything, not with the camera's on still. If it hadn't been for District Two getting Peeta to run, trying to get away from them-- there wasn't a doubt in Orion's throbbing head that Peeta would have killed him.

After Orion gathered his thoughts enough to be able to make sense of things, he pushed himself up to lean against the headboard of the hospital bed. Then he had to sit there a bit longer until the room stopped spinning. He knew he was fine, he didn't need to even be there. Maybe just for a bit, but he didn't need to be hooked up to everything. So Orion used his bandaged arm to pull out the I.V. that was in his other elbow. Then he reached up and pulled out the small tubes that were in his nose to help him breathe.

"Don't need that either..." he sighed as he dropped it next to the I.V. on the bed next to him. Then he pulled the blanket off of himself before standing up. He knew he'd get brought back there, and he'd probably get knocked out again. But he had to know who else Thirteen had gotten out of the arena.

So Orion made his way towards the sliding door, he had to lean on the frame for a moment after he opened it. His balance wasn't the best, and he had Peeta and Katniss to thank for that. The shock had knocked him out, it had made things even worse than what they already were. Orion then took a step out into the hallway, he looked around and saw nobody at all. So he walked across the hall to the room across from his. In that room was Finnick, still not awake...at least he guessed he was still sleeping. His back was towards he door.

He decided not to bother him, so he made his way down the hall a bit further. The next room was empty, whoever had that room  had the same idea as he did. He didn't have to look far, on the other side of the hall, looking into another room was Katniss. So Orion made his way towards her. Her arm was bandaged like his own, Johanna had cut her tracker out and that had almost gotten him killed. He and Johanna had went with Katniss, and Johanna didn't warn him before she did it.

"Hey," Orion said quietly so the nurses wouldn't hear him.

Katniss didn't move. She only looked into the room, not moving or saying anything. Orion stopped beside her and looked into the room. On the bed was Quinn. She was hooked up to more than he had been, but she wasn't moving. But she was breathing, which that in itself was surprising. They had all heard the cannon, they had all seen the hovercraft take her out of the arena.

"Hadley says there had been two hovercrafts controlled by rebels," Katniss spoke up, "They set of a cannon for her early, and one of them got her out." she stated.

"She's okay?" Orion asked, as if he hadn't heard anything that Katniss had just said.

Katniss sighed, "Hadley says she'll be fine when she wakes up." she stated, "President Snow thinks she's dead though."

"You mean they don't think...they don't know she's in Thirteen?"

She shook her head, "They think she's dead."

"What about the others?" Orion asked, but his eyes didn't leave Quinn. There wasn't a reason in the world that she should have been alive. Quinn should have been dead. She should have died multiple times. In her games, she should have died. When they were going to Thirteen, she should have died. She should have died in the arena too, she shouldn't have survived the Quarter Quell. But she did, she survived every time. And that should have been impossible.