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Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“Take it easy love. Dont move too much if you dont have too.” He stroked his hand through her hair, feeling where it caught and pulling it straight gently with his fingers.
Katniss relaxed more as his hand ran through her hair, but she knew she wasn’t sleeping again any time soon. Being in the Capitol again was already making her antsy; not to mention the fact that she was bedridden.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“I do too.” And not just to 12. He meant all the way, back to 3…but he couldn’t. Not without leaving her. No. 12 would do for now… “I just hope this fightings done soon. I dont want to be in the Capitol any more, I hate this place.”
Katniss nodded swiftly in agreement and turned her head to rest her cheek on his chest, wincing softly yet again. But she stayed silent after, not really feeling like talking as much. She just wanted to go home.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“Easy love. You got shot. Don’t move too much if you can help it, you’ll reopen the wound.” He shifted to hold her as gently as he could, sighing.
“What was it one of the other victors said? Humans are made for nothing but distruction…” He could barely remember. A lot of the war was all just haze and fire.
Katniss just shook her head. She pushed any and all memories of the war out of her mind, as much as she possibly could. And she didn’t try to think of what he was referring to, in fear of bringing the bad memories back. She wrapped both of her arms around one of his and breathed lightly, chest moving up and down. “I wanna go home...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
He cuddled against her, glad to feel her alive, breathing, warm, against his side. His hand found hers again and he squeezed it. “I sent him a couple pings on his datapad. He should be here when he’s done with his call.”
Katniss nodded, and attempted to scoot even closer to Deejay, but gasped sharply and let out soft, shaky whimpers as the pain shot up her thigh and ribs. So she just relaxed again on the bed, laying flat on her back and sighed in defeat, a slight whine to it. “I-i thought we were finally going to have peace...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“On TV. He’s calling for the heads of whoever did this. I haven’t heard him this mad in a long time…” He kicked off his shoes, climbing into bed with her. No one had told him no…and he wanted to cuddle right now. “Tell me if you feel worse okay?”
“I wanna see him...” At first, Katniss was sure that she was going to punch Marasco across the face, but now she just wanted to see him purely because she missed his soothing presence. She willingly accepted Deejay into her bed when he crawled in, but stayed laying on her back, not daring to upset either her bullet wound or the baby. “Okay...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“You want me to get someone?” He rose, taking her hand and feeling her middle. Their child seemed slightly restless. Getting shot probably hadn’t helped…
Katniss shook her head swiftly. “If-If you think it isn’t a big deal, then I don’t want anyone...” she panted, shaking her head yet again then taking a long, deep breath as she laid her arms at her sides once again. “W-Where’s Marasco...?”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
He was still there, and he reached for the lights. “Hey, love…whats wrong?” Marasco wasn’t there yet. He was busy making an angry speech to the people who’d attacked 12. He could hear it through the floor, echoing up from the hospital break room.
“My belly hurts...” It didn’t feel sore, like it sometimes did when she laid down for too long, but there were sharp, but still small, pains that jolted every now and then. She winced again and crossed her arms over her face, shakily exhaling.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“No. They wanted me to see if they could stop this attack from happening. They were too late. Its out of my hands now and into whoever’s leading the defense. Marasco made sure of that.” Man always did come through…
“Now its just you and me and some quiet time.”
Katniss nodded slowly and let out a heavy sigh, relaxing back against her pillows. “Wake me up whenever Marasco gets here...” she whispered, hand squeezing his a bit tighter, but slowly fading to just laying in his own as she slipped into a deep sleep.
She woke up a few hours later and winced, shutting her eyes tightly. “Deej...?”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“I was, for a little bit. But I know you…you’ve still got a fire inside you, the same that freed us all. If someone threatens something you love, you’re going to fight for it. Im just glad that you’re both okay.”
He squeezed her hand, his thumb touching hers.
Katniss smiled shyly and nodded her head as she let her eyes fall shut again, taking a deep breath. “Do-Do you still have to go fight?” she whispered, her tone exhausted, but pleading all at the same time. She didn’t want to see him fight anymore. Not after this.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“I haven’t been able to call him. The lines are completely jammed…the attack on 12 was just part of a bunch, there’s brush fire fights happening across the entire nation. I’ll call him as soon as I can.” He laced his hand with hers.
“Im so glad your okay…you really had me scared for a while. I thought I’d lost you both.”
“You need to get him here,” Katniss mumbled and laid back against the pillows again, holding his hand back lightly, since she didn’t have too much strength. She shook her head, eyebrows pulling together, and stroked her thumb across the back of his hand. “You could never lose us, Deejay... Never...” she whispered, inhaling slowly. “I just thought you’d be mad... since I ran out into the gunfire...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“Hey. How’re you feeling?” Since she’d been so kind as to pass out, they’d done what they needed to while she was out. Thankfully it hadn’t amounted to much; bit of bio-stitching, some disinfecting, a quick check on the baby and a flood of artificial relaxants and hormones to her to help bring her body back in line with normal, not to mention an IV that still dripped into her arm. She wasn’t going to be moving much for the next couple weeks until she healed though…and a few doctors worried she might need to deliver by C-section.
Katniss just shook her head. “Where is Marasco?” she asked again, clearing her throat to make her voice even stronger, then sat up with a few small winces, leaning back against her pillows instead of laying down against them. “Bring him in here.” Marasco had been like a father figure to her during the Rebellion. Sometimes, when it was just them and Deejay, with no one else around, he’d be comforting and gentle, and nothing like his usual self. And that was why she loved him. But now... “Bring him in here...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“I think so. We should be just inside the Capitol…pilot said we were going to the place they put the victors after their Games. Well, same building, Marasco gutted the place of everything Capitol and moved in a REAL staff. Saved most of the useful equipment though.”
He laced his fingers with hers again.
“I think we’re safe.”
“Is Marasco here?” Katniss muttered, voice firmer than before as she swallowed thickly and held his hand back. “I need to talk to him.” Not talk, exactly, but Deejay didn’t need to know that. She closed her eyes again when they began wheeling her out of the hovercraft, then fell asleep once more. When she woke again, she was in a hospital bed, with Deejay at her side and doctors surrounding her. “Deej...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“I don’t know. I can make a guess. Nothing new…your still the Mockingjay to people in Panem and they probably thought if they got you and y-our home, they could break their will. Still fighting a propaganda war.”
He held her hand, feeling the ship rattle slightly. Damn…turbulance, at least he hoped.
Katniss nodded slowly and squeezed her eyes shut before breathing deeply again. But instead she just fell into a hard sleep, hand relaxing in Deejay’s grip.
When she awoke again, the hovercraft was landing, and Deejay was still by her side. “We’re here...?” she murmured sleepily and moved her body just slightly, but groaned and whined in pain. Seems like the painkiller wore off.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
She’d gotten shot hadn’t she… He felt, fingers probing flesh. Movement, and the bullet had grazed her flesh but not penetrated. Good. “I can feel movement…” She wasn’t going to be moving any time soon though. Not with that wound.
“Where are we going?” He asked the pilot.
“Capitol Primary Medical. Closest hospital to us in a straight line.”
It would do.
“You’re both going to be alright Katniss, I promise.” He cupped her face.
“Good,” Katniss winced when he said he felt movement. She couldn’t feel it, though it was her own belly, but she trusted him. She had to. But Deejay was always calm, in any situation, no matter how serious it was. “Wh-Who are they...?” she grunted. “Why... Why were they attacking...?”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“Pain killers, love. You got shot…twice. If you move around too much you’re going to reopen the wounds.” He found her hand, sliding it into his. His palm was sweaty and covered in her blood from earlier.
But they’d made it…least, he hoped so…wouldn’t it just be his luck for the enemy to have a man-portable SAM…
Oh... She felt them starting to kick in the more she settled down. Slowly, the pain in her belly disappeared into numbness, though she knew something was still wrong with it. Her tears dried on her cheeks as she closed her eyes again, head lulling to the side. That was better. “Th-The baby...”
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
His magazine ran dry and he fingered for another one…nothing. He wasn’t waering his combat gear, he was in his pajamas, his boots shoved over bare feet and not even a set of underwear.
No more ammo. No more fight.
Well…that was fine. “Sir, we gotta go! They’ve got armor rolling in from the north!” Armor…not good…
“Marasco’s going to pay for all of this!” Deejay turned and scrambled up the ramp, grabbing the side and looking down.
“Give me the door gun!”
“Sir, we don’t have one, this is a transport craft!”
“Then fly you shithead! FLY!”
The engines roared and the door sealed, throwing Deejay next to Katniss’s bed. His hand caught the railing to keep from falling over, breath hard in his throat.
Katniss’s eyes closed again as they wheeled her bed up and into the hovercraft, then locked it down to the floor. Finally they fluttered open as tears filled them, her belly beginning to hurt. Which didn’t surprise her, as this was a lot of stress to add onto the baby. Once the door closed and they took off, her face twisted in pain as she let out a few shrieks, seeing Deejay appear next to her now. “I-I can’t move my leg...” she sobbed to no one in particular. Maybe Deejay, more than the rest.
Call to Arms (Murderjay)
“What’s her blood type?” “Just give her universal nano for now, I can’t remember…where the hell’s that airlift?”
“Coming fast as it can, sir but you know how the newbie pilots are…”
“Well he better make it fast…” He worked as fast as he could, trying to get Katniss stable. Fresh blood from a transfusion pack, gauze on her wounds…okay. Okay, she didn’t seem to be dying anymore. She wasn’t unpale, but she was looking better than before.
He’d call that a win.
The VTOL approached, ramp lowering and a stretcher rolled out by two orderlies. He helped her up, touching her cheek.
“We’re gonna be alright love-”
And then came more gunfire and he was returning it, smashing a fresh mag into his handcannon.
“GET HER ABOARD!”
Once the blood was pumping through her veins, and gauze and bandages were holding the rest of it inside her body, Katniss slowly drew in a breath, eyes managing to barely open. Her vision was still blurry, but she could see Deejay, and the gun in his hand. “Deej... no,” she whined weakly, trying to reach out to grab onto his arm. She didn’t want him to stay and fight, she wanted him to come with her, so that they would both be safe. And because, selfishly, she didn’t want to be alone with a bunch of strangers. “Come...”
