"Can I go now?" I mumble to the nurse, who's been 'petting' me for the past week. All she's been doing is sticking tubes and needles into me for the past week. She replies, but I can't make what she's saying out. Suddenly about 10 nurses and doctors rush in with clipboards and pens, writing everything she says down. Only 4 words have come out my mouth before they all start poking my body with more tubes and needles, until I black out again.

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After another 3 days of having needles and agony, before they finally let me go. I'm underneath the Remake Center, about to get done up by my prep team which in honestly I would rather go back to being stabbed by needles, than to get 'done up'. I dangle my bare legs on some long table which if not filled with light bulbs would be seriously lacking color. I've been waiting in nothing but underwear for about 10 minutes, when the self-moving door opens.

He comes to a halt stunned for a moment before he breaks the silence. "They told me you were dead?" He shrugs while his face becomes expressionless – as always. Something in me regrets not stabbing him hard enough. "I pretty much was," I shrug unfazed. Why does he just have to stand there in nothing but boxer briefs? It takes everything I me to not look down knowing very well how arrogant he can be.

"It's kinda of funny, I mean the last time we saw each other, we were attempting to send the each other under," He acknowledges leaning against the door frame, creasing his eyebrows. I nod not contradicting his words. Right after they made the rule change, that only one person could win, we charged at each other. Well at least not straight away. He tried to feed me those berries like I was some sort of dumbass. That's when I fired the first knife which he remarkably missed.

"So while I was pretending to be asleep, I over heard nurses or whoever talking, and guess why we're alive Clover?" He's begging for a reaction knowing fully well that I detest that name even though I'm not called that. Sending him back in the hospital doesn't seem like such a bad idea right now if I'm brutally honest.

I sigh, acting as if I'm not interested, but I can't help but be a bit curious. "Well, apparently we lost so much blood, they thought we we're both gonna die, so they weren't taking any chances, but- ," He focuses on the room before moving towards me.

"Never mind. However, I have to say, you put up a good fight," He changes the subject spreading my legs. He stands in between them before he continues. "Have you put on weight?" He asks looking almost as if he's pities me. My attempts to push him back fail drastically. "I don't believe you're meant to be here," I hiss as he grasps my hand putting them by my side. "That's not what you were saying before," His sardonic grin makes me question what he's going to bring up.

"I don't know if you remember this but it sounded a like this: 'Fuck Cato, I'm cumin!'" He teases me. I still try to deny it till this day but I can't forget the fact that it did happen. I'd only known him for about 3 weeks before reaping and even then I only talked to him about twice, and yet he had successfully got me into his bed because he made me believe that I was the one that he was crushing on ever since joining his training group. "Or was that someone else?" He quietly questions himself, looking into the air as if it's going o provide an answer for him.

"So, ready for round two?" "Er no," I grab his face as he leans in for a kiss and push it back rolling my eyes. "I told you to go behind the curtain!" Venus's grating voice causes Cato to put his hands up in defense before strolling off behind the curtain.

Delphi along with the rest of the prep team follow behind Venus. All looking as ridiculous as the other. Delphi nudges me slightly indicating that I need to strip and lie down. For reasons which I think are beyond everyone, Cato decides to bring up 'Cato junior' like we give a shit. "Shut up!" I sit up causing the prep team to whine and murmur as they try to get me to lie down again. "And to think you two are going to pretend to be lovers," Atlas blurts out. "What!?" Me and Cato say in synch.