Primrose Everdeen

Prim is behind some kind of glass wall right now, and she hasn't changed out of her dress like the doctors want. Instead, she's using the phone to call Katniss. Her hands are shaking, and not just because she's alone in the big white room right now.

At any other time, she would have called Katniss right away. She would have shouted for her to join them on their way, or she would have sprinted up to the house first. Maybe it's what she should have done anyway.

The way Prim sees it, though, Russell wouldn't have trusted her enough to come in if she spoke to Katniss first. He might have hurt them both. He might have tired, only to have Katniss kill him. Prim's pretty sure that people who kill other people go to jail here.

She won't let that happen to Katniss.

The voicemail picks up, and Prim is eternally grateful.

"Katniss? It's me. I'm at the hospital. I'm okay. I'm not hurt. But I brought Russell down here, he's the policeman, remember him? I brought him down here because he's really sick. The doctors want me to stay for a while so they can make sure I'm okay to leave."

Her breath quavers a little.

"Please come down here when you get this message. Don't bring your bow, okay? I'm okay. I'm going to be okay."

Prim wraps the cord around her fingers.

"I love you, Katniss. Get here soon."