"Oh, no," I whisper as I catch sight of the hospital. What used to be the hospital. I move past the wounded, past the burning plane wrecks, fixated on the disaster ahead of me. People screaming, running about frantically, but unable to help. The bombs have collapsed the hospital roof and set the building on fire, effectively trapping the patients within. A group of rescuers has assembled, trying to clear a path to the inside. But I already know what they will find. If the crushing debris and the flames didn’t get them, the smoke did.
T h e o n l y p e r s o n i n t h e w o r l d I ’ m c e r t a i n I l o v e
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over.
~My Cute Kittens~