Things have been happening so fast. First, I went to the games, second, I fell for Cato, third, I went to jail, fourth, I found out I'm The Savior, fifth, Marvel died, and now, I have a tumor? My eyes flutter open when I hear a familiar voice. I see Cato in the hallway, standing infront of a nurse. They're talking. When he notices me, he walks over to the bed.

"Hey Clover, how are you doing?" He whispers sweetly.

"Better." My voice cracks.

"I have some good news, the doctors said you could come home today." His eyes are puffy. Like he didn't sleep. Then I notice his hair.

"Your hair is a mess." I point out. He laughs and bends over the bed and kisses me, he's smiling. For some reason he likes to smile when he kisses me. He pulls back and yawns.

"I feel fine now. Can we go back to the suite?" I ask. He smile fades and his face becomes serious.

"Here's the thing, we don't live there anymore, we live in a penthouse a mile away."

"Why? Where's Peeta going to live?"

"We are living in the penthouse because they think I'm the Savior, and you're living with me because you're mine." He smiles. "Peeta is going to live in a town house."

"Okay, can we leave now?" I ask a little louder, hoping the nurse with hear. Cato turns to her and she looks up from her computer.

"Of course." She walks over to a wheel chair rack and pulls one out. Cato helps her and takes the wheelchair, placing it beside my bed. I grab his hand and slide off the bed, into the chair. My stomach doesn't hurt at all, I'd say it's almost numb. I'm still wearing all black and my black buckle boots. Cato wheels me out of the room, instantly people swarm around him asking questions. He just ignores them and walks to the doors of the building where a limo is parked outside. The driver of the car gets out and opens a door. I get the strength to get up and walk in. It smells like new in here. Cato slides in next to me while the driver puts my wheelchair in the trunk. I take a deep breath and soak in all of the coziness of the car. Black leather seats, water glasses neatly stacked on a shelf, it's wonderful. I don't miss my old district at all, I don't miss my parents either. It's weird, what's wrong with me? I'm horrible. It's like all of the pain and the stress disappeared. I'm deep in thought when Cato starts talking and I flash back to reality.

"Here." He hands me his necklace with his name and the sword imprinted on it. I smile and take it. I don't put it on right away, I just stare at it in my hands.

"Something wrong?" He asks and looks at me fiddling around with it.

"No, I've just missed wearing this." I put the silver chain over my head and pull my hair out from under it. After that, we don't say anything. The car ride isn't that long.

The car stops and the driver opens my door for me. I thank him and step out. I forget that I can't walk and fall to the ground. The driver and Cato race over and help me up onto the wheel chair. The fall hurt my knees and scrapped my hands.

"You okay? You're getting ahead of yourself." Cato asks. I nod and he starts pushing me into a big white penthouse.

It's huge, green perfectly cut bushes line a path to the door. The driveway is gray pavement. My wheel chair slides down the path and up to a couple steps that lead to the door. Cato stops pushing me and turns the wheelchair around, liftingit up the steps. I didn't realize how strong he was until now. He hauls me up a few steps with no problem. Sometimes I think he tries to impress me, like right now.

When he gets me up all the stairs, the limo driver opens the door. I can tell he's an avox by the way he struggles to swallow. It would be awful to have your tongue cut out. I'm wheeled through the big silver doorway and into what looks like the living room. There's a long white couch and white pillows. Well, the whole entire place is white. I'm guessing this was Snow's idea. I'm wheeled past the furniture and down a long hallway, then I'm wheeled into what looks like a bedroom. But this room is all black. Everything in it is black. My eyes relax.

"This room okay?" Cato asks and wheels me over to the bed.

"Perfect." I laugh and crawl onto the covers. I flop down on it and let my arms fall above my head. Cato flops down beside me, shaking the whole bed.

"I love you." I say.

"I love you, too." He answers and puts his arm under my head. I lean into his arm and cuddle up beside him. Then I notice something shiny in the top corner of the room. It's a camera.