Just a short intro, if there is a trigger in a chapter I will mention it. In this there's character death and mention of suicide. I hope you all enjoy this fanfiction feed back is welcome just be nice about it. No hate. (Story will contain characters being slightly OOC due to events that take place! Hope you all like it.
Life on the ward.
Chapter 1-Arrival.
In all my time at the hospital I learnt one thing: Cold mash is horrible. Then again mash was now a luxury most of my food it fed through a tube now, I guess I miss being able to taste but it's either that or starve to death. Sometimes I think being dead would be better than being alive, they're dead. I should be dead. I shouldn't have survived but somehow I did. I tried to save her but I failed, I held her in my arms while she took her last breath. Mother was in the front seat, she managed to stretch her hand around to mine, her grip loosened pretty quickly. I was fighting to keep my eyes open, I tried so hard but the pieces of metal on me made it difficult to breathe. A piece of metal lay across my legs, I was only small in frame and no one would be able to lift it. Prim had fallen out of her seat during the crash and a cut spread from her eye to her neck. It was clear she would not be alive when help came. She was coughing blood up and my own body was soaked in my own. When her pulse went everything went blurry, I faintly remember hearing her body being removed then my own being taken to the ambulance. I heard all their voices while they attached bandages to my body; I wish they left me to die. They had to cut me out of the car; it had set on fire just before causing burns. I remember being pushed through the hospital on a gurney while the doctors yelled at people to move. That's when it went black. I wish it stayed black.
When I woke they told me I was lucky I never broke my neck or spine, they were both just badly bruised. Talking was impossible, I had tubes leading into my mouth and nose, and wires entered my body keeping me alive. They said I was lucky, I never asked how or why I was lucky, my little sister just died in my arms. Daddy came in often, he felt guilty he wasn't there during the crash. Once the fluid in my wires ran out and I screamed because the pain wouldn't stop, they said I would need to be moved soon because the space was filling up quickly. They said they could take all the equipment to the children's ward, I didn't say anything I couldn't. Stupid tubes.
It was two weeks later when some of the major cuts had started to get better, I was running a fever but they kept me alive. I still wish they never. I slept most of the time, I couldn't control when I slept. They always injected me with something often which would cause me to become drowsy; they said the tube in my mouth would be removed soon. I was learning to breathe on my own again, Daddy said Grandpa Haymitch would take me for ice-cream once I was better, the next day the hospital the doctors removed the tube but told me I would be in the hospital for months, possibly years. They wanted to make sure I would be ok with movements they said I would forever be on and off crutches all my life. I didn't mind much. They said I would be able to do archery and sport. I guess that made my day slightly better, the other families and kids on the ward always stared at me I heard them call me the poor girl who is close to dying. The doctors told me on a daily basis I would not be dying. Didn't they understand I wanted to die? I spoke in short sentences to Dad and Grandpa Haymitch, it was hard to talk without it hurting to breathe, they cried sometimes. I did too.
It took two weeks of being on the ward for someone other than family to talk to me, her names Madge. She wasn't on the ward for anything she was visiting with her friend Peeta because his cousin fell down the stairs and damaged his neck. After Madge more people slowly started to talk to me, I'm grateful they never asked me why I'm like this. I've now been on the ward for five weeks; Peeta never spoke to me he only watched. I knew why, he went to my school. Madge did too but she was in different classes apparently people wished me well. I wasn't really popular while at school I had a group of friends who I loved still do love I wasn't exactly a loser either. Madge said as soon as I go back to school I will be popular; I don't want to be popular for this reason.
I noticed each day Peeta came closer to my bed but he quickly turned around. I have a surgery on Wednesday, everyone was wishing me luck.
It was now Tuesday evening, I had my surgery briefing, it was to have the bones fixed in my legs. They said it would take place for most of the day, I would leave my ward for it in the morning and return in the evening once again with the tube down my mouth. I never asked why but I knew I was getting ill again. I could tell I had a fever approaching. Everyday Dad came in he looked older; he had bags under his eyes and his hairs turning grey. Sometimes he slept beside my bed. Those nights we both got more sleep.
The day of my surgery my Dad seemed on edge, I asked him why he was panicking so much but he never answered he just said he worried about my health. While in the prep room they told me to count to ten and I would be asleep. I wish I stayed asleep.
Waking was painful, I was covered in a thin layer of sweat and my legs were propped up and covered, I was surprised to see Peeta Mellark sitting next to me asleep. I wish they would get rid of the wires in me so I could move my hand to nudge him awake to say thank you but I just settled to putting my hand over his. He never stirred but his face turned to me. He looked older than me, maybe eighteen years old while I was sixteen, his hair was blonde and curly and he had a stocky build. He was much taller than I. I was always petite in my frame. I noticed tear streaks on his cheeks I slowly raised my hand to wipe them away, his eyes fluttered open and his eyes bored into mine. I couldn't help but stare at them. They were a brilliant blue, I wondered if he wore contacts. I tapped his hand and he smiled up at me.
"I'll fix you."
His voice was soft and warm and he kissed my cheek. At that moment I realise why he seemed so familiar.
Chapter 1 was short.
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