My first fanfic! I absolutely love The Hunger Games, so here's a little story I made up that would happen after Catching Fire! You have to guess who it is until the end. Katniss's POV
At least I was with the one I loved. Too bad he's lying here dying at the Capital's hands.
I'm on the clock. If I don't even try to help he'll die a slow, painful death. But if I do try, he could either die instantly or live.
I think I'll go with the second choice.
I can't stand looking at him in this kind of pain. Blood and sweat drip from his forehead and onto the fabric of my pants. All I can do is wipe it off with a cloth while tears fall from my eyes. I dab at the blood that is flowing from his chest so I can see the damage that has been inflicted. I gag when I see it. I slowly stitch up what I can and hope for the best.
Now all I can do is watch.
He flinches when I cut the string. Everything that we've been through flashes through my head like pictures. I choke down the sob that was about to tear through my chest. I don't want him to see me crying, or he'll know how bad his wound is. My eyes burn with emotion.
"Katniss, is it really that bad?" he asks me.
"N-no it's doing much better." He looks at me sternly as if to tell me he knows that's not true. I gave him medicine to numb the pain, but I don't let him fall asleep because I'm too scared he won't wake back up. I stare at his perfect features hoping this won't be the last time I see them. I look at my wounds and notice they're life threatening, too. I'm getting light headed from blood loss but I can't black out now. Not in this situation.
The room is getting dimmer as I lean over to him. He's barely conscious.
I kiss his cheek and turn my face over to his ear.
"I love you, Peeta Mellark."
As I start to fade, I hear familiar voices. I feel hands pull me, hopefully, to safety.
Wait! I can't leave without him! They need to "… save him too..." The words were barely audible, but I hope they were just loud enough to keep him with me.