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Quinn didn't sleep well that night. She tossed and turned, she couldn't get her eyes to stay closed. There was too much to think about, too much that made her head too cluttered. She spent the whole night, for the most part, laying in her bed trying to sort through things. Peeta, Johanna, and Agathias...they were in the Capitol along with the other tributes who had been in the arena. Beetee, Finnick, Katniss, Orion, and herself were the only ones in Thirteen.

But what about the mentors? The stylists? What had happened to Ciruss? Lace? Or even Remilda and Mayslee. Quinn had absolutely no idea what had happened to them, if what they had said was true-- if Katniss really had broken the arena, President Snow couldn't have been happy with anyone he thought had something to do with this rebel plan. Quinn pulled the blankets around her even tighter, she knew what she would do for the entirety of the next day. She had to find out what happened to the others...

Jules? Hannah? Marcus? Those three had helped get her to Thirteen in the first place.

Quinn groaned in frustration. There was too much to be thinking about, there were too many questions about who was okay and who wasn't. So Quinn did her best to force those thoughts and anything that had anything to do with them out of her head. She decided to just focus on that, clearing her mind-- and she even let her mind wander to the peace and silence that she had experienced in her last minutes in the arena. The last thing she remembered was watching the arm extend from the belly of the ship to scoop her up. So after she let herself just think about the silence that was in that moment, not the circumstance, but the feeling in that moment-- she was finally able to drift off into an uneasy sleep filled with constant tossing and turning.

Once the morning came, Quinn wasn't exactly happy to see her schedule. Although it was pretty simple, she wasn't really ready to be with everyone. Even though that was where she wanted to end up, she wasn't ready to actually start. Her schedule seemed simple, and easy to follow. So on her way to the cafeteria, she focused on trying to memorise the order of things that were tattooed on her forearm. First she had breakfast, than she had an hour of basic training-- which she was surprised she was even a part of after how well it had gone last time. Then she had an hour of down time before she'd be stuck in the hospital helping with the laundry for two hours. Then before lunch, she would have to get her wounds checked while she was still in the hospital. And then after lunch, she had nothing.

Quinn looked around the cafeteria closely as soon as she got there. She knew that Katniss would be discharged that day, and Quinn was positive everything would began changing as soon as Katniss was able to do things for the rebels. Quinn picked up a try, trying not to think about the different things that would end up happening when Katniss was up and around. So Quinn watched as a piece of toast, and a plastic bowl with hot cereal was placed on her tray. Then she grabbed a cup of milk before turning and scanning the spots that were open. There were plenty of spots open, she could have taken a seat anywhere she wanted. But the idea of having to talk to people, that was agonising. It was like going into lunch during the training days of her games, she didn't want to look at anyone, talk to anyone, and she was terrified of making any alliances-- her own district partner had left her after all.

"Excuse me," Quinn jumped when a light hand touched her shoulder. "Are you alright, dear?"

Quinn looked down towards the older woman who had walked up behind her. And unlike the others who were getting their food, she didn't just keep going. Quinn then nodded.

"Just looking for a seat." she replied, even though she had no idea how long she had apparently been standing there just thinking. The old woman smiled a bit and nodded before walking off to take a seat somewhere. Quinn did the same, looking at the different faces of people she could have sat with. She saw the Samuals sitting near the back of the cafeteria, so she quickly made her way towards the family of five.

That was one group of people she knew. One group she wouldn't mind being with, even if one of them couldn't stand her-- she would have rather been there with Dylan than someone who she had never even spoken to. Hadely was the first to notice her walking towards the empty seat on the other side of Athennia, who looked like she had gotten taller since Quinn had seen her last.

"Good morning, Quinn," Hadley smiled, directing the attention of all of them towards her as she set her tray down and then sat down.

"Morning," Quinn replied as she started to situate herself and the tray of food in front of her.

"Did you sleep well?" Hadley asked.

Quinn shrugged and didn't say anything for a moment as she focused on the taste of her first bite of oatmeal. "But," she said finally, "I'm sure it'll get better."

Hadley smiled weakly and nodded a bit, "I'm sure it will too."

The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk. Otto didn't say anything to her for awhile, it wasn't until she greeted him that he did. It made sense why he hadn't said anything, he had probably been nervous about how she had taken what he had said when she was in the hospital. Dylan greeted her, and they discovered that they had basic training together. Then Quinten asked if she'd be able to join them hunting that weekend, and Quinn nodded. Since she hadn't been able to go along with them the last time they asked, she wanted to go with them that time. Then the rest of the mealtime was filled with Athennia talking and talking about what she was learning in school.

The walk to training was short, and practically silent. Dylan gave her a basic summary of what they did in the coarse. Even though Quinn already knew what they did, she let Dylan explain anyways to keep the space between them from being silent. The training itself went fine, all she did was do whatever she had to so she could be done. She didn't say much of anything to anyone, the only person she really talked to was Dylan and it was just to assure her that she was alright. However, Quinn knew that wasn't true-- and she was almost positive that Dylan knew it too.

Quinn knew she wasn't okay, and she knew she was at a point that would qualify her to get put in the hospital for awhile longer. There was just so much going on in her head, and practically none of it Quinn could wrap her head around. It was exhausting, and the pressure of knowing that people wanted her to help the rebels...she couldn't help but think they were watching her every single move. Ready to jump on her with their explanations of why she should help lead the rebels. She knew that they had a point, she was positive they were right-- but she still just couldn't really put it together to understand it.

After training, she made her way to the hospital to get checked in for the next task on her forearm. It went fine, slow, but fine. And it wasn't exactly difficult, all she had to do was fold clean clothes, and put together clean sets of the uniform that would be sent out. It was something to keep her busy, and in fact, she almost enjoyed it. Amelia said hello each time she went by, and when Hadley checked in to begin working, she was sure to check on her every so often. Once her two hours was up, she told a nurse that was keeping track of the clean sets of clothes that she had to be checked out.

She gladly showed her to a rook to wait, and Amelia came in not long after to check her out.

"How is everything going so far?" she asked as Quinn untucked her shirt and laid back on the bed so Amelia could get a better look at her wound.

Quinn shrugged a bit, "A bit overwhelming, I guess."

Amelia eyed Quinn suspiciously, "Well," she sighed heavily, "Nobody will be mad at you for being a bit overwhelmed." she assured Quinn.

"I'm not so sure about that." Quinn shrugged.

"Why is that?"

Quinn let out a long huff of air, "It's complicated." she said simply, finishing the conversation right then and there. She wasn't in the mood to explain everything that was going on in her head, at least not to Amelia. To someone who could possibly understand to some degree, maybe. But not Amelia.

To finish her check up, Amelia gave her two pills. One pink and one white, the pink one for pain and the white one for any possible infection which wasn't really a threat because of how well it had been taken care of in the first place. Once Amelia was done, Quinn was released from any more tasks and had the rest of the day to herself to keep getting used to the District.