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[deathtrapped]

[He's resorted to the odd piece of technology as a last ditch effort, cradling it in an unsteady hand. Gray eyes squint down at the screen, clouded with wincing pain.]

I don't know... where this is exactly, and I'm not expecting an answer. From anyone. [His voice is hoarse, all but scraped from his throat, ragged and broken in places. Sheer

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[decanonized]

The hell-

[Normally he wouldn't care much, but prisoner of war against the government? Sounds awesome.]

Shit, man. You left the start point yet?

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[deathtrapped]

[Have a bleary look of irritation mixed in with his obvious pain. There's confusion, too, because he hadn't expected to hear a voice back.]

What?

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[decanonized]

What what? Did you move?

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Yes. [Gale looks back up the hall at the short distance he's traveled, evidenced by a dripping trail of blood.

His voice is laced with hostility.]

Who are you?

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[expensivegift]

Gale! [Welp. Katniss isn't going to be happy.]

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[deathtrapped]

... Finnick?

[What. What. Gale stares uncomprehending, knuckles white from gripping the tiny communicator so hard.]

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[expensivegift]

[Finnick offers a brief, tight smile. He knows that look. It's not as murderous as Johanna's was in the Underworld, but it's certainly a look he knows.]

Let's save the muttation accusations for when you aren't bleeding to death.

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[He doesn't feel much like smiling, staring at Finnick, a closed expression on his face clouded mostly with the preoccupation of pain. I saw you go down, Gale thinks, but he's grown increasingly dizzy and perhaps this is all in his head after all.]

I'm fine. [LOL GALE. Okay, he hadn't actually expected an answer to his request for help. Least of all from a dead man. Accusations later, he reminds himself.] I need bandages. I don't have anything to stop the bleeding, even my clothes are gone. Everything's gone.

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[chapelbelle]

[Christine's already up and running through the halls of the hospital.]

Stay there, I'm coming! I'm a nurse and I'll see what I can do.

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[deathtrapped]

No, forget it. There's other people you could be helping right now.

[Hello soldier pulled in from the middle of an ongoing war.]

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[chapelbelle]

There's not, actually. You aren't where you think you are.

[She grabs an emergency first aid kit on her way to the stairs. The elevator's too slow in this case.]

This is Abax, and I showed up in that room, same as you. Hold on, almost there.

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Showed up?

[Disbelief colors his voice. He's waiting where he's stopped against the wall because he can't do much else. More vulnerable than he wants to admit.]

Are you going to tell me who you are?

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[axecerbic]

Damn.

[She had figured whoever was responsible for them being here was a piece of work, but to pull someone here fresh from this...]

Hey, you still with us District 12?

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[deathtrapped]

I'm not that easy to finish off.

[He has absolutely no idea what's going on anymore, best just to let it all happen until he can think clearly again.]

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[axecerbic]

Could've fooled me with how you're looking now.

Is our fearless leader coming to save you, or what?

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[He musters enough strength to roll his eyes.]

Said she'd kill me if I died on her.

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[berryclever]

Gale! [See Katniss being pleased to see him for like, a split second! Then see the look of unrestrained horror on her face as she realises he's injured. Gale!

[Aaaaaand she's on the move, slinging her backback over her shoulder and running out the door] Where are you? Are you still in the morgue? Stay where you are, I swear if you die on me, I'll kill you.

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[Katniss.

Finally, someone he wants to see. The rush of relief is clear and almost numbing, because at least he knows she's alive now. For a moment, Gale hadn't been sure. Leaving her out in the open like that while he was gone, no longer capable of watching her back.

When she hadn't shot him. Like he begged her to.]

If that room was the morgue, I'm in the hallway. Hard to miss. [He tries for a smile, but it's more of a wince.] So I'm dying twice over?

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[berryclever]

Apparently. [If he'd been easier to miss, he wouldn't be bleeding out right now. She runs faster, trying to breathe through the tight feeling in her chest and failing miserably. How had he gotten shot? Has something attacked District 12? Her family--] You're not dying at all.

[deathtrapped]

Slow down. You're right, I'm not.

[There's a little more strength to his voice, at least to testify he's not at death's door like he was when the transmission first began.]