CH. 1
She looks up to him, pain obvious in her eyes. Was this the end finally? She was so cold, but she could still feel the warmth of her own blood pouring from her abdomen. "Katniss…please…stay with me…" She felt her eyes get heavy and everything went black.
"When is she supposed to wake up, Doctor?" "She should have by now; it's hard to say why she hasn't yet. Sometimes people just cannot handle the amount of trauma she has." She could vaguely make out the conversation in the room. The pain was minimal thanks to the morphling, but it made her feel sluggish and she didn't like that at all. Her eyes fluttered open and there he was; with his blonde hair and naturally curled eyelashes. His eyes lock on hers and he runs over to her. "Oh Katniss, you're awake! How do you feel? Do you hurt?" The doctor walks over and makes an adjustment to the morphling. Good, she hates how dizzy it's making her. "Where am I? What happened?" She tries to sit up at the same time as talking and the pain is so overwhelming everything goes black.
-Peeta POV—
There was chaos, complete and utter chaos, in his mind, and happening all around him. His hijacked mind is telling him this is all her fault. The bombs going off, all the children dying or already dead were all her fault. But a bigger part of him knew better. The bigger part knew she was hurt and probably dying too, and he needed to find her fast. In a panic he starts running through the crowds, his eyes scanning through the destruction for her. There was so much blood and he knows he will never forget the smell of burning flesh. After several moments of panic he sees her, lying alone and pale as a ghost. "Katniss! Katniss! Are you okay?! Talk to me! Please!" Her eyes snap open in panic and she tries to say something but there was so much blood nothing comes out but a garble.
He knows he needs help but there is so much going on he doesn't know where to look. His mother was not a healer like hers so he had no idea what to do for the bleeding. He also sees that she is badly burned on her legs and even though he has dealt with his fair share of burns from working in the bakery, he has no idea how to help these. Her skin is scorched and slightly falling off. It has the resemblance of tissue paper, the kind they use at the bakery to wrap cookies and small pastries. He knows he is losing her and is desperate for help when out of nowhere comes Gale. He sees Gale mouth words into something on his wrist, maybe a communication device of some sort and the hovercraft is there so take them away. The last thing he remembers is someone coming at him with a needle and the lingering thoughts of the baby, was the baby okay?