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[ Taking your first conscious lungful of air after what seems forever is an entirely all to painful experience. Not surreal. Not relieving. Painful. His brain felt like it had been jolted by a car battery and his throat couldn’t decide if it wanted to close up or open so he could exhale and take in another breath.

Finally, that primal part of his brain, the part that worked to keep him alive when he wasn't paying attention, said stop being stupid and he took his second breath. Third. Fourth. Fifth. They kept coming, the pain easing at the same time that his vision went from blurry blobs to fuzzy shapes and finally to something resembling… trees?

Trees? He was in the woods?

He was dead and all he got was being shoved into some forest - albeit one for dead people? He was a hero! He seriously needed to go haunt somebody and let them know that dying sucked, there were no pearly gates, and he demanded an immediate refund.

That was when the rest of his body decided it needed to make its immediate aches and pains fully noted. Everything hurt, aching in a bone deep way that said he needed to both move and that he needed to sleep for another week. He couldn’t particularly decide which, so instead he chose to lay there, debating if the pain meant he was not, in fact, dead.

But… he had to be, didn’t he? The radiation he had absorbed when he kicked the reactor back into place should have killed him, and he had… Spock had been there, and he had…

He gulped, pushing the memory away, shifting to try and get his arm under him, his wings fluttering lightly as if -

Wait. Wings? WINGS?!

His head jerked around, for a moment making him see white stars and he stared in absolute horror at the canary yellow and black edged wings that peeked from behind his back, disturbingly bright on a dead man. Well, he thought he was dead… But he had only ever been to one place where he had sported wings, and angel wings were white (right?). So... was this... was this Luceti? Was he being punished by being sent to the hell version of Luceti, the place he thought he had somehow managed to escape (but never find again despite his efforts - and, in fairness, he had been a bit distracted). Or worse- this was real. He was alive, and he was back in Luceti.

And in a hospital gown. Awesome.

To weak to move himself much more, he collapsed back down, sweating for his effort and he wondered if he would stink of radiation now… did radiation have a scent? He guessed he’d find out. His eyes drifted, coming back from the pain induced haze they’d glazed through, dropping on the journal. Of course it was right beside him, like a faithful dog that didn’t know when it wasn’t wanted.

Well, this time he actually needed it. He reached out, bringing it closer, that effort alone making his head spin as he worked it open to speak - ]

Hey everyone. You miss me?

[ Of course, that's base on the idea there's anyone he knows still here to miss him. Did they remember him, a year and more later? ]

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[She knows that there are others who use the forest. Those that come out here to hunt or to get away from the life within the village. And she knows how often newfeathers tend to arrive within the woods. She's no longer surprised when she encounters others out here. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised.

But when she sees Jim, sees the condition that he's in, she feels an uncomfortable shock eat at her. Katniss hadn't been aware that he had been gone. Has no idea why he might be lying in the woods, dressed as he is. She holds her bow tightly in her hand and her wings flicker a little anxiously.]

Jim?

[What happened to him?]

_{[ That was Katniss' voice, wasn't it? It was familiar, but foggy, like hearing someone from far, far away. Over the course of a little over a year, the people here, in his memory, had faded some. He remembered her face, though her voice was harder. He had made sure to make not of them in his log, though he kept that privately locked...

He turned his head, face pricked with sweat and he cast her one of his confident grins, though it was marred by pain. ]}

Well, hey there. Guess you're still around.

[She frowns at the grin. More so, at the way it's almost a grimace. As if he's struggling through some sort of pain. Injuries that she doesn't remember him having the last time they had seen each other. The forests can be a dangerous place. Any forest can. But he has his journal. It's an easy way to call for help.

There's no reason, no reason at all he should be wandering around in a... hospital ground? They didn't even have hospitals here. Not a proper one, not like what she saw in District 13. Or even in the Capitol.

Slowly, Katniss walks into the clearing. Her eyes never leave his until she crouches not to far from where he sits.]

I haven't gone anywhere.

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