***I don't own any part of The Hunger Games, it belongs entirely to Suzanne Collins***
I rushed into the hospital as fast as I could. "How is she?" I asked. Gale just shook his head. Tears sprung into my eyes. "Poor Hazelle. She didn't deserve this" I mumbled, hoping Gale wouldn't hear me. It would just upset him more. It had been 6 weeks since Hazelle was rushed to the hospital, and her health had been going down ever since.
I looked into Gale's worried eyes. "Hey" I said, forcing a smile to my face. "She's gonna be fine" I said, lacing my fingers through his. He smiled at me a little. But we both knew what was happening. We could fool ourselves all we wanted be we both knew that she wasn't going to be fine.
"Gale, is mummy going to be okay?" Posy asked. Gale lifted her up and held her on his waist. "Of course" he said, trying to sound positive. Posy smiled, completely unaware of what was actually happening. She ran over to Rory and Vick with a beaming smile on her face. "Did you hear that, did you hear that! Mummy's going to be alright!" she exclaimed. Me and Gale exchanged smiles. Maybe Hazelle would be fine.
2 weeks later, Hazelle hadn't gotten worst, but she also hadn't got better. Gale was so nervous the whole time. Although it was kind of uncomfortable at first, I had kind of gotten used to Gale constantly reaching for my hand and squeezing it nervously. I have gotten used to him hugging me and I have gotten used to having to comfort him all the time. I was kind of happy. It had brought us back together as friends, although I'm not sure if I entirely forgive him for killing Prim.
4 more weeks go by. Hazelle is slowly improving, although it almost feels like me and Gale are Rory, Vick and Posy's parents at the moment. I can't deny that me and Gale keep growing closer and closer together as the days go by. But surely that doesn't mean anything, does it?
One night this question keeps me up. I know Peeta still cares for me back in District 12, and it would break his heart if I ran off with Gale. I sigh and roll over. I don't deserve any of them. They should both go off and find another women, one that they deserve. They should leave me out of their lives forever. I sigh. Unfortunately I know that's not going to happen, as proven in the past. Me and Gale are much more suited, but in my mind, Peeta is still the sweet boy I fell in love with at the start. The boy with bread.
I stir all through the night. This question is just sticking in my mind. I have to make a decision, but I don't want to put any of them in pain. But obviously in the process of trying not to hurt one of them, I am hurting both of them. I sighed. I don't deserve them. I toss over a few times, unfortunately waking Gale in the process. He is sleeping in the bed opposite me, but these beds are quite old and rickety, making a lot of noise.
"Catnip?" He asks sleepily. "Go back to sleep Gale" I say. He obeys, rolling over and closing his eyes. A few minutes later his breathing gets deeper and slower, confirming that he is sleeping. I sigh and try to get some rest myself.
The next morning I wake up at the break of dawn, finding that Gale is already awake and eating breakfast. He is reading a letter, tears in his eyes. "Gale what's wrong?" I ask. He comes up and hugs me close. "Peeta died"
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