36. Why?

                                    

                                          

The drugs didn't kill her. She wasn't dead, she was confined to her room. She never left. She never tried. She didn't talk, she just sat there as they did whatever they wanted to her. 
One day, as they were doing another round of treatment, the lights went out. She looked around and sighed. It was District 5. The peacekeepers left her and she stayed there–alone and in the dark. 
She could hear yelling down the row. People were breaking in. She heard them in Peeta's room and they took him. Did they know she was there? Did they know how to get there?
All of a sudden her door was opened to show Evan. His eyes widened and he laughed out of relief. He ran forward and unstrapped her. Emory didn't know what to feel. Evan picked her up. 
They left the room and her head rolled to the side. He carried her up the stairs and they got to the roof where the aircraft was waiting for them. Evan sat her down in a seat on the plane and he cried as he hugged her. "We thought you were dead." 
Emory looked at him and wanted to smile at him, wanted to say something–anything, but she couldn't find it in herself to do it. He looked at her before his smile faded and she looked back across the ship to Gale. 
She got a flashback to the second time she was rescued. He looked right through her, he didn't know her. He didn't even recognize her. He could've saved her, but he didn't. But that wasn't his fault. Did he save her? She couldn't remember. Did he leave? Did he stay?
The plane rumbled and they flew their way out of the Capitol. Emory looked around, they took Peeta and Johanna as well, but the only one awake was Johanna and she was just yelling at them. 
Most of the flight was quiet and she didn't care even if people did talk. The plane landed and the doors opened. Waiting for them were nurses and the medical team. Evan helped Emory onto a bed and they wheeled her to the hospital. She sat next to Johanna as they placed so many things on her skin. 
Suddenly, the doors banged open and Katniss and Finnick ran in. Katniss ran to Johanna and Finnick stared at Emory. "Look at you," he whispered with tears in his eyes. She looked up at him and tears brimmed her eyes. He surged forward and took her into his arms. She struggled to hug back. "You're alive, you're safe now," he whispered in her ears and Emory sobbed. He pressed his lips to her temple before he pulled away with a giant smile.
"Do you want to see our kid?" He asked her and EMory almost gave herself whiplash with how fast she turned. 
"What?" She asked, saying the first word in months. 
He nodded with a large smile, "Enobaria came to us. Told us you were dead and they escaped."
"But they said he was dead," Emory cried in relief. 
Finnick shook his head, "They lied. Now, do you want to see her?"
Emory stilled, "Her? I had a boy."
He shook his head again, "no, it's a girl, Karla, after your mother." Emory tucked her knees into her chest and started to sob. 
"My son, he's dead, he's dead," she was choking on her sobs, barely able to breath as Finnick wrapped his arms around her. "Cameron's dead, Cameron's dead." Her head started to spin and her head rolled to the side. 
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SHe gasped awake again. She as back in the same room she was. "No," she whispered to herself. "NO! NO! NO!" She screamed in pain. She left, she escaped, she left. 
Emory shook her head as two nurses grabbed her, "NO! NO! NO! NO! AHHHHHH!" She screamed in pain. They injected her, but not with the drug they were using in the beginning, full Tracker Jacker venom.