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I fell. Peeta went.

I lay there gasping for air, what is happening? Where is Peeta? He went an hour ago, trying to get help. I lie in excruciating pain. I hold on to my tummy hoping that everything will be okay. I curl up into a ball and close my eyes. I imagine a world, far beyond district 13. Where Peeta and I could be safe. Where everyone I love could be happy. The kicking is stronger now, I can feel it drumming in my ear. I wish it would stop. It would have stopped … if it weren't for the games.