Quinn felt like she was returning home from the Hunger Games all over again. She wasn't really aware of much that was going on, she felt like she was still unable to sleep. But when they were rushed into the hospital, she didn't have a choice. As soon as she was out of the clothes she had been put into in the Capitol and into dull, clean hospital gowns-- they connected her to an IV of morphling. Something to get her to sleep, to actually force her entire body to rest after who knows how long of not being able to sleep. It was almost like retraining her body so it knew that it wouldn't be electrocuted every time. 

    She wasn't sure how long she was asleep. She didn't have any dreams, and her mind didn't really wander either. It was like she was just in a black hole, and her brain had been flipped off. But when she could feel the bed beneath her, she knew that she was still in the hospital bed, in a room that was at least more comfortable than the Capitol ever was. Slowly she gripped the blankets, but the slight movement made her arm ache from the sloppy removal of the piece of metal.

    Quinn opened her eyes to find herself alone in the room. She felt her neck, near the place where the IV had been when she was in the torture chamber, she couldn't ever feel a place where the needle had been. Maybe she hadn't actually been hijacked-- maybe that was just all in her head and she had dreamed all of it after they sedated her...

No, she thought, they had a reason to actually let you sleep.

"Well good morning,"

    Quinn quickly looked towards the door only to see a nurse stepping in. One she didn't recognise, she had thick grey hair, wrinkly skin, and big, kind blue eyes. She fussed around with the clipboard, and then looked back at Quinn with a smile on her face.

"There've been a few people that have been checking in on you almost every hour on the hour," she said with a long sigh, "I'll send them in one at a time."

    Quinn didn't say a word as she turned and left. The door slid shut, and it left Quinn completely alone with the light humming of the monitor in the room. She watched the doorway for a moment, before she slowly began to push herself up into a sitting position. Her arm felt stiff and sore, she looked down and saw that there were a cast on her forearm, it wasn't a stiff one, it was just then a bandage that covered the whole thing. There there was still an IV under her skin. She looked at the liquid that was draining into the vein in her arm, and recognized the dull, yellow-tinted liquid. She instantly used her other hand to begin taking out the IV. She didn't want to use morphling. Not any more. All of her thoughts had been so...clouded, and blurry when she used it before. The last thing she wanted or needed was getting to the point of craving it again.

    After about ten minutes of sitting in her bed, putting pressure on the needle prick that was still bleeding...Quinn got up from her bed to find something to wrap it with. It wasn't bleeping bad, but it was enough to be a problem. In the corner of her room, there was a cabinet, and inside it was all of the needles, and bandages. She tugged on the door, but it didn't budge.

Of course they locked it up, she thought. She had nearly killed her nurse when she first woke up in the a Thirteen.

Before she could try any harder to get inside of it, she heard her door open.

"Ms. Maverick," it was the nurse from earlier, and when Quinn turned around she saw that behind her was Orion. "Did you take that IV out yourself!?"

"Yes."

"Why on earth would you do that?" she asked as she hurried into the room and dug around in her apron pocket and pulled out a key.

"I don't need morphling." Quinn replied simply.

She sighed heavily, "You need it." 

"I don't want it." Quinn retorted, "I only need one thing, and it's not morphling."

    The nurse looked her up and down and then patted the edge of Quinn's bed for her to sit while she got what she needed from the cabinet. Quinn sat down and was facing the door. Orion still stood there, probably waiting for the nurse to leave so they could talk in private. There was something different about him though, but she couldn't put her finger on it. There was something about him that almost seemed fake, or more like a hallucination. But he couldn't have been a hallucination-- he was real. She knew that, everything they had been through wasn't fake.

"Now," the nurse sighed, "Please leave this on, don't do anything else." she told Quinn after she finished her work with the small wound that Quinn had given herself because of the IV. "Ten minutes," she added as she stood up and faced Orion. "She needs rest."

    He nodded a bit as she stepped past him, and he took a step forward and grabbed the chair that she had been seated in. He pulled it a good few feet away from her before he actually sat down. He didn't say anything at first, he waited to see if she'd say something first.

"What?" she said finally after it had been quiet for a few too many seconds.

"You don't want to kill me, do you?" he asked. Part of her thought he was joking. Part of her knew it was a joke, but there was another part of her that wasn't sure if she wanted to or not. She tried to rack through her head to find a reason why she'd want to, but she couldn't pin point one. She trusted him. Didn't she?

"Why?"

"When Peeta woke up, he tried to kill Katniss." he replied, "He was hijacked in the Capitol to think she's some sort of mutt."

Quinn rose an eyebrow, "He was only hijacked a few times."

He shrugged, "It must have been enough," he paused, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah, just fine...tired, but that's it."

Orion stared at her for a moment and nodded a bit, "Yeah..." he paused, "That's it."

"What do you mean by tha-"

    Quinn was cut off by a knock on the door, and then it slid open just a enough for the nurse to poke her head in.

"Orion," she paused, "Dylan wants to see her now."

"But I just-"

"Family comes first," she sighed, "Coins orders. You know that." she finished and took a step back and shut the door again.

    Orion sighed heavily and then stood up. He took a step towards her and crouched down to look into her eyes. He was only a few inches away, Quinn could feel his breath on her face. She knew that a few months ago, she would have loved that moment. But now, it felt wrong. It felt fake-- he seemed fake.

"Get some rest, okay?" he said after a moment of examining her face. He straightened himself up and place his hand on her shoulder and instantly Quinn felt like her entire body became a statue. "I'll come back tomorrow-"

"You don't need to," she replied. Her voice was almost bitter, and she spoke through gritted teeth. "Really," she said, trying to force herself to sound like she had before. "I need rest, and then I'll be out of here in no time."

He turned and looked down at her. His eyes almost looked hurt, like what she had said had been offensive. "Right..." he said with a sigh and opened the door.

    After he stepped out and shut the door, Quinn got up from the bed and moved the chair back to its original place-- against the wall, by the door. She didn't want anyone to sit that close to her again, especially if they made her feel so uncomfortable like he had.

"How is she?"

    Quinn became very still, it was Dylan. Almost right outside the door but Quinn couldn't see her from where she was putting the chair.

"She says she just needs rest," Orion replied, "But something isn't right, Dylan."

Dylan was quiet, "What do you mean?"

"Like they just didn't have time to hijack her like they did Peeta," he said simply, "She isn't...she isn't the same. She was different before, but now..."

    Quinn hadn't noticed if something was different about her. Everything that was different was him.