«Johanna’s back in the hospital.»
I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn’t assigned to a sharpshooters’ unit. She’s wicked throwing an ax but about average with a gun. «Is she hurt? What happened?»
«It was while she was on the Block. They try to ferret out a soldier’s potential weaknesses. So they flooded the street,» says Haymitch.
This doesn’t help. Johanna can swim. At least, I seem to remember her swimming around some in the Quarter Quell. Not like Finnick, of course, but none of us are like Finnick. «So?»«That’s how they tortured her in the Capitol. Soaked her and then used electric shocks,» says Haymitch.
“Oh,” I say under my breath. “Tick, tock.” My eyes sweep around the full circle of the arena and I know she’s right. “Tick, tock. This is a clock.”