Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins own them. She owns the characters, and she owns part of the plot. Enjoy, and tell me what you think!

~~~Peeta Mellark~~~

Katniss. Katniss is the only thing I'm thinking. She was shot by a gun. I carried her as I rushed out, hoping to get her medical attention as soon as possible. However, that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

I wrapped my body around Katniss as I was lit on fire. I felt agony.

My throat was burning. Everything was burning. I feel the fire burning in my veins, feel the heat as the fire consume me. A second later, and I'll be as good as dead. I kept chanting. Just let me die already.

I felt agony as I clenched my teeth, trying not to yell. I wrapped my arms around Katniss, knowing that everywhere's on fire.

I closed my eyes, feeling that fire burning me. Just let me die already! I yelled in my mind as I silently endured the intense pain. I heard more explosives going off, as my ear became deaf. Then, I felt darkness consume me as I yelled at last thought, 'Katniss, don't you dare die!'

I felt like I'm back in the seventy-forth Hunger Games. I watched Katniss in the video where her calf was burning. How she escaped from the fireballs.

I dreamed myself ducking from fireballs. I was running fast, to my right. At my back was the fire, spreading wildly through the forest. I was trapped. There was fire everywhere.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a fireball charging its way towards me. I rolled on my stomach, barely avoiding the fireball. Then, I continued running as I overtook the fire. There wasn't a war of fire. There's just occasional fireballs. I ran and ran, avoiding the fireballs. I had just avoided a fireball by sinking down on the ground. Then, out of nowhere, a fireball charged again, and it hit my ankle.

I yelled as the fire burned. It was painful, and I was momentarily paralysed. The capitol was harsh.

Suddenly, another fireball came crashing down. I quickly rolled down the hill, avoiding the fireballs. Then, I was luckily out of the fireball range.

This dream went on for loads of times, as I yelled and yelled. Then, after almost an eternity, I woke up. I stared up at the white ceiling. I crooked my head, and saw other beds, with clean sheets. It was a hospital.

I shot up so fast that pain radiated from my body. 'Katniss?' I yelled, attracting the staff's attention. 'Where's Katniss? She's alive, isn't she? Is she okay?' I kept rambling on and on, as the staff hurried off to find their head doctor or something. Finally, the doctor put his fingers on my lips and that shut me up.

'Relax, Peeta. You at District 13, the hospital ward. You're lucky that you don't have any permanent damage. You will stay here a few days, till you fully heal.' The doctor told me as I grew frustrated.

'Excuse me? I just asked you if Katniss's okay and you tell me this piece of junk? Where is she?' I demanded as he shrugged.

'Peeta, you need to rest. Why don't you eat first, you must be hungry. You are out for approximately a month.' The doctor soothed me as I know that something was very, very wrong. And that something is about Katniss.

'What happened to Katniss? Tell me!' I began clawing at the doctor, putting my hands on his throat, choking him.

I felt some liquid flowing into my hands as I feel my hands go limp. Then, I feel my body going limp as I slowly sink into the unconscious.

My last thought is, whether Katniss is alive. 'Katniss.' I chanted to her, hoping she could hear me, but not in Heaven. 'Katniss, please be alive. For me. Don't die.' Then, darkness consumed me.