I woke up in the middle of a completely white room, with a needle stuck in my arm. I looked up and saw it was connected to a bag full of some sort of liquid. My legs felt numb, and when I looked down to look at them I almost fainted with shock. My left leg looked perfectly fine; with the exception of a few cuts that I was almost positive the Capitol would fix, somehow making sure to leave no scars, when I was physically ready for that. It was my right leg that was the problem; it was the leg that Hazel rammed the handle to her sword into. Where there was once a perfectly good leg, a copy of its pair, there was now a stump. The entire part of my leg, from the knees down, was gone. I started screaming at the sight of it, thinking I must be having some sort of horrible hallucination, when strangers came running into my room.

There were three strangers in all, all of them wearing long white jackets overtop of plain white shirts. Two were males and one was a female, all of them sharing the same horrific expression on their face. It was as if they didn't understand why I was screaming; part of my leg was gone!

One doctor quickly walked over to me and injected something into my arm. It was a translucent blue liquid, and the world blurred around me as I went unconscious once again.

I woke up multiple times throughout the time period that I was in that white room, each time I woke up I was sedated once more. It wasn't until much later that I actually got the answers I was looking for.

"Miss Sandy Jadenstone, I'm sure you would like to ask us some questions."

I simply nodded, for fear of beginning to scream again and being sedated once more.

"Let me give you a quick recap of what happened. You are now the Victor of the 25th Annual Hunger Games. When the tribute from District Two decided to jam the sword handle into the back of your knee, she majorly damaged it. It was beyond repair, as your kneecap was shattered far too much for even Capitol surgeons to fix. We were initially going to give you a prosthetic leg, but due to your condition, it made it impossible. Therefore amputation was the only way we could fully heal your leg.

"After we're done with our conversation, you are going to be released from this Hospital. You will be immediately taken to the Remake center, where your stylist will prepare you for the interview, crowning ceremony and for the re-watching of the Games. After that you will return to your home, District Ten, where you and your family will move into the Victor's Village. Are there any other questions you have?"

I had to stop and think about this. I know Violet had... sacrificed herself for me, but why?

"Did you...fix my slight problem?"

The doctor chuckled. "Which one, my dear?"

I didn't find what I had said so funny. "You know..." I tapped my finger on my head, trying to get my point across. I had never had my blank-outs until I was about twelve, which was when my best friend had been Reaped and died in the Games. I don't think my twelve year old mind could handle it.

"Oh, that problem." He paused, for a reason I didn't understand. Dramatic effect? For who? Me? "Yes, we were able to fix that. it turned out that in your head there was a slight disconnection between different things, and surgeons were able to fix it rather quickly. It did, however, leave a nasty looking scar that we weren't able to remove. Now, if that is all, I do think I will be leaving now. Feel free to leave whenever you wish, whether it be by wheelchair or by crutches."

He left, and I was all alone to think. I wasn't quite sure how I felt having the Capitol mess around with my brain, because they could have honestly done whatever they wanted with it. It was possible that I was not the same Sandy that I was before the Games; it's possible that I was warped into what the Capitol wanted me to be.

I decided that I was too tired to even care about my head, and almost instantly fell asleep on my bed, not dreaming about anything.

I woke up half an hour later, feeling slightly more relaxed. Now was the time I leave, I decided. I looked down at my half leg, and then quickly looked up again. I wasn't ready to look at it; not yet.

I moved the wheelchair closer to me by pulling a string that was attached to it and was placed on a little table next to my bed. They certainly didn't make it easy for me to get out, now did they? It's like I'm a prisoner. A prisoner by the Capitol.

I eventually managed to get into the wheelchair, and had to practice using it. It was actually a little bit of fun. I wheeled myself out the door and down the hallway, filled with light from windows. At the end of a hall there was an elevator, so I wheeled myself into it and pushed the button that implied I would be taken to the Lobby.

When the doors opened I was stunned and momentarily blinded by the flashes of cameras. Somehow people figured out which hospital I was being fixed up at. My mentor came running through to hug me. I grasped onto her, as we were very close friends before the Games started. Tears rushed down my face as it truly sunk in that I would be going home. Jennabelle pushed me out the door and to a Capitol car, to be taken to my interview and recap of the Games.

My stylist, still seemingly hating me as usual, threw me a dress, yelled at me to put it on, and left. She hadn't changed a bit since I last saw her. At least she made my dress semi-nice, which was a huge improvement from my last interview dress. It was a strapless, long gold dress that sparkled slightly. I loved it, even though I'm sure Violet's stylist would have done so much better with her.

Violet.

Oh Violet. I still can't believe she killed herself. For me. I hurt just thinking about her; she was far too young to die. She was too nice, too perfect. Too innocent.

I had to stop thinking about her, so I wiped my tears off and tried to make myself ready to go watch the recap of the Games.

I wheeled myself out onto the stage and was greeted by the screams of the Capitol people and a very pink Caesar. There was an empty spot for me to put my wheelchair for the recap and interview, so I put myself where I was instructed to go to.

This was it.

It was time for me to face my worst nightmare, and hopefully leave it behind for good.

Yes, the Games left a humongous impact on my life. Especially Violet. I would never forget her, never ever forget the sacrifice she made for me to get better. I loved her like a daughter I hope to have in the future.

I closed my eyes and heard Caesar start the film.

I opened my eyes, finally accepting the new Sandy. The new Sandy whose heart was sincerely touched by the generosity of a short, full of life twelve year old girl. Accepting the new Sandy who now only had one and a half legs. The new Sandy who welcomed her new life with open arms.

Tears fell down my face as I watched all twenty-four tributes, all voted in by their District, preparing to run towards the Cornucopia. The camera flicked over to Violet's face, the youngest this year.

No one thought she would win.

But Violet, you won these games. And no one can tell me elsewise.