Hey! This is my first fanfic! Hope you like it!
I woke up drenched in a cold sweat; I'd had another nightmare about Prim. Just the without warning I dashed to the bathroom and was violently sick. Peeta had woken and was now standing behind me.
"You ok?" He asked sounding concerned.
"Yeah fine, probably just a bug or something." I replied flatly.
"If you're sure. Here let me hold your hair back."
That was just the start; I was being sick and had a chill for over a week. Greasy Sae's granddaughter came everyday with soup but I never got better. In the end Peeta called my mother and asked if she would come and help decipher what was wrong with me.
She arrived three days later and at first couldn't work it out either. She gave me this and that, told me to open up or lie still but eventually told Peeta I wasn't getting better. He was so upset, he stayed quiet whenever he could and would only talk to comfort me. The worst thing is I can't do anything, I feel helpless.
Finally my mother came up with a theory but refused to tell me and Peeta. This annoyed him more than it did me; I just want to get out of bed.
Later that day I heard mom on the phone to the Capitol. She was saying something about gel and a machine but I thought nothing of it and let it pass.
I was aroused a few hours later by Peeta getting into bed. "Peeta you shouldn't sleep with me you might catch something."
"Oh, come on it's alright. If I get sick no one will care."
"I will."
In the end I gave up and fell asleep into the nightmares that I so dreaded. I dreamt that night of Snow; he was torturing me on information about district thirteen. He whipped me just like Head Peacekeeper Thread did to Gale all those years ago.
I was screaming when Peeta awoke me, he cradled me in his arms until I stopped the tears from flowing. At that point my mother came into the room and told us to meet her down stairs in ten minuets.
When we were ready Peeta held my hand going down the stairs. My mother had our dining table laid out for me to lie on and there was a machine with a screen on it to the left of the table. "It's only a theory but it may be the answer to our problems." She said in the most positive tone she could conjure. She gestured me to lie on the table, once I was comfortable on my back she lifted up my shirt and applied a freezing cold gel. It sent shivers down my spine which were stopped when Peeta grabbed my hand. Mom put a small scanner like object to my stomach then switched on the monitor…