Never leave

Based on an RP I did and I just HAD to write it as a fan fic if this does get enough reviews it will be updated! If not well it will stay as one chapter

To Cato it was all a blur, he couldn't remember a thing. Screams, pain and a loud siren was all he could remember. A cold feeling, of emptiness his body fell limp, the faint sound of familiar sobbing danced through his ears.

Cato's eyes slowly opened, his vision was blurred but slowly regained. He was in a large white room and covered in matching sheets. The man slowly turned his head and saw a familiar short blonde boy. "P-Peeta" Cato spoke in a raspy voice.

"Cato!" Peeta jumped up out of his seat and ran over to the bed side.

The large blonde attempted to lean up to hug Peeta but he felt a sudden pain through his chest, his whole body felt numb and weak. "P-Peeta" He spoke, his voice was weak and a large pain in his chest was making it difficult to speak.

"Where does it hurt?" Peeta asked, placing his hands on the large man's chest.

"It d-doesn't, I'm just… numb" Cato struggled to speak. The large man attempted to grab Peeta's hand but the numbness took over and he lacked the strength to raise it.

"Just lay still" Peeta smiled at him, flashing his pearly whites. Peeta sat on the edge of the bed and took Cato's hand and held it tight.

"Ar-Are you okay? I'm not dreaming am I?" Cato was confused; his eyes were darting all over the place. He licked his dry pealing lips as he glanced around confused.

"I'm fine, and no you're not dreaming" Peeta smiled again as he slowly rubbed Cato's hand with his thumb. The large man slowly pulled Peeta's hand to his cheek and kissed the soft skin.

"I feel… I feel strange" Cato groaned unable to put how he felt into words.

"Well of course" Peeta nodded.

"W-what's going on now?" Cato asked as he cleared his throat.

"Nothing just waiting for the doctors to find out what happened" Peeta warmly smiled.

"I don't I- don't… my memory is fucked" Cato closed his eyes and sighed.

"Well you did take a pretty hard hit" Peeta replied "Is there anything you remember?"

"No just… just pain" Cato said, it was true, and all that was running through his mind was the sharp shooting pains, the constantly feeling of his chest that felt as if he was being pelted with a thousand rocks. He furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"Oh" Peeta's eyes dropped to the ground but he quickly perked himself back up "I'm sure your memory will come back soon".

"What happened? Peeta...tell me, please." Cato asked, almost begging.

"I don't remember much myself" Peeta stuttered, "I just, I just remember seeing you on the ground bleeding and eyes closed I…" He paused. "I thought something had happened" He said teary eyed.

"From where?" Cato didn't want to make Peeta cry, but he had to find out. He had to remember.

"I don't" Peeta's words were muffled. "I don't remember, all I remember is people screaming" He attempted to rub his eyes to hide the tears. He felt terrible for not being able to remember, it just happened so fast and so strange. The worst he got was a smack to the head.

"Was it…a gun?" Cato blinked slowly, almost hearing the gunshot ring out. A small scene flashed before his eyes, after stumbling out from an alley covered in bruises with Peeta holding onto him tightly someone dressed in black raised a handgun and fired at them.

Peeta closed his eyes to try his best and remember. Then a familiar scene played through his head, a gunshot echoing through his ears and Cato falling to the ground. "Yes… I remember…. I remember the gunshot" Peeta sighed and still trying his best to hold back tears.

"In my chest…my heart stopped, didn't it?" Cato closed his eyes and remembered the feeling. Or rather, lack of feeling. "It stopped"

"Yes…" Peeta whimpered. "When we found you your heart had stopped but lucky they managed to start it again, I was so worried I thought I had lost you!" He couldn't hold back the tears anymore they began flowing despite how much he fought them back.

The large man looked up at Peeta and tightly squeezed his hand. "Come here," he said in a soft, cracking voice. "Lean down"

Peeta complied and moved closer to Cato and wrapped his arms around him as best as he could, he lay down onto the man's chest while still sobbing and blubbering.

Cato closed his eyes and pulled Peeta as close as possible. He kissed the man's forehead and then his lips in a chaste manner. "I'm okay," he insisted, kissing Peeta's lips once more. "I'm okay now."

The short blonde knew he was lying, he knew Cato was in allot of pain and trying to be strong. He felt terrible, he needed to man up but he couldn't, he had almost lost Cato.

"It's okay now, everything is okay." Cato stroked Peeta's cheeks, biting down on his own lip to hide the discomfort he felt from the medicine. "I'm alive, and we're together. I promised you I'd never leave you."

"I know I know I almost lost you I don't want to do it again" The short blonde said trying to pull himself together. He felt Cato's welcoming touch on his face, Peeta smiled and lifted his head and stared into Cato's eyes. He saw the pain and discomfort on the bigger man's face, "Am I hurting you?" He asked jumping up from where he was laying.

"No, not at all," Cato insisted. He held Peeta's hand in his own. "Please, lay back down. I want to hold you again" Cato tried not to sound weak but its what he needed, he needed to feel that familiar touch.

Peeta nodded and lay back down on Cato's chest and once again wrapped his arms around him again. "I was so worried" He whispered.

"I know you were and I'm so sorry I worried you." Cato kissed Peeta's hair and stroked it. "I'm alive, though. I'm okay and I'm going to be strong again, I'm going to take care of you."

"No it wasn't your fault" Peeta raised his head so they were face to face.

Cato's face turned red with anger. "That damn shooter's…If I ever find that son of a bitch, I'll kill him."

"Calm down you don't want to get stressed" Peeta attempted to calm the large man down. "Besides I'm sure the cops did that for you…" Peeta tried to remember what happened afterwards, he remembered more gunshots but the only image inside his head was him kneeling at Cato's body and sobbing heavily.

"If they didn't, I'll do their job for them." Cato held onto Peeta protectively and felt rage nearly consuming him.

"No, your not getting yourself hurt!" The short blonde man felt Cato tighten his grip. "Just forget about him for now! You just need to rest and recover"

"Peeta, if they haven't killed that son of a bitch then he's still out there! If you get hurt, I'll never forgive myself!" Cato held Peeta's face in his hands, a determined look on his face. "If there's no news on him, I'll set out myself. Make sure whoever he is never hurts anyone."

"No Cato calm down!" Peeta tried his best. "Besides, if you get hurt I wont have anyone here for me, so you stay right here with me" Peeta held a fake smile, he felt wrong for smiling now but it was worth a shot.

Cato flinched at the statement. He knew Peeta was right, absolutely right. He sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows. "…Fine."

"Good" Peeta grinned. "Now how about we just lay here huh?" He said as he snuggled back onto the man's chest and lay with his head on Cato's shoulder who smiled tiredly and nodded, closing his eyes. "Sounds good to me." He said as he stroked Peeta's back.

"Yes" Peeta smiled at the contact, he could feel his eye lids growing heavy until he finally fell asleep in the man's arms.

Cato was the first to wake up hours later, feeling in his body again. He looked down at Peeta and rubbed the man's back and kissed his forehead.

The sudden contact woke Peeta up; he opened his eyes slowly and groaned. "Huh?" Peeta looked around dazed. "Are we still here? Have the doctors not come yet?" He asked while rubbing his eye.

Cato lifted his eyes and saw a doctor in the doorway. "Come in," he said. The man came in. "Er, Mr. Mellark will have to get...off..." The man sounded uncomfortable, much to Cato's amusement.

"Oh okay" Peeta slowly dragged himself off still in a daze. "So what's wrong doc?" Peeta questioned.

"We just have to check his wounds." The doctor sat Cato up and took the hospital gown down to his pelvis, checking the bullet wound. Cato had a scar on his chest and bruises over his ribs. "Looks like I'm in shit shape, eh Doc?" Cato asked, laughing. He winced and held his ribs. "Two are broken, most are bruised. We've decided you can go home in the afternoon," the doctor spoke.

"Well at least it's not too serious" Peeta said with his voice low. "At least we can go home and rest I guess thanks doc" He smiled.

"No problem." The doctor took his leave and left. Cato stretched out his arms and grinned at Peeta. "We can go home."

"Yes we can finally after five days of being here" Peeta returned the grin and hugged Cato tightly.

"…Five days?!" The large man face paled.

"Y-yes, Ive never left your side" Peeta stepped back. "How could I have forgotten to mention that? Oh god now I feel terrible!" Peeta thought.

Cato's breathing began to speed up he then held his head in his hands. "Five fucking days?!"

"No Cato its fine! It was only because of the medication! They had to make sure you were alright and not bleeding before you could wake up" Peeta shook Cato lightly; he looked terrified which made Peeta feel terrible.

"Th-They put me in a coma!?" Cato shrieked and stared at Peeta with wide eyes, sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Its not exactly a coma" Peeta shook his head.

"They made me asleep for five fucking days, Peeta! That's a fucking medical induced coma!"

"Okay yes it is but it's alright its very common!" The smaller man could understand why he was angry and it just made him feel worse about telling him.

Cato rubbed his temples and shut his eyes tightly, trembling now. "God, get me out of here."

"We can't go yet, only a few more hours then we can go"

"Now. Take me home now." The larger man demanded.

"I don't know if I can do that" Peeta wished he could right now, just take him home and they could lie in bed. Just the two of them and no one else but of course you had to wait until they doctor said so with something like this.

"I want to get out of this fucking place. Where are my clothes? Get me my clothes now." Cato stood with the hospital gown tied at his waist.

"Your clothes are in the draw" Peeta pointed to the set of wooden draws in the corner. "But we just need to stay a little longer calm down!"

Cato snatched his clothes and put them on, wincing a bit in discomfort. "Get the car. I want to go."

What about what the doctor said! Plus I don't think you'll be able to drive like this" Peeta protested.

"You drive! I want to go! Fuck the doctor!" The large man growled.

"I haven't even passed my test yet" The shorter man was feeling slightly scared of Cato, he didn't want to make him worse but things just weren't going right.

"I don't care! Just drive me home!" Cato kicked the drawers in frustration.

"Alright alright!" Peeta stepped back and held out his hands. "L-lets go then". Cato grabbed Peeta's hand and stormed out of the hospital, fuming with anger.

"Pass me the keys" Peeta asked attempting to reach into Cato's pocket to take out the car keys. The large blonde gave Peeta the car keys and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him close. Peeta wrapped his arms around Cato's neck. "I understand why you're angry, just try and calm down please" He whispered before they kissed, not caring about the multiple people staring.

Cato stopped when they got to the car and looked down at Peeta, his features softening. He once again kissed his boyfriend gently. "Sorry"

"It's alright" The shorter blonde nodded. He released his arms from around the man and started the car, he made sure to be extra careful because there was a reason he hasn't passed his test yet and he did not want anymore injuries today. "Are you still in pain? We can stop and get some pills if you want?"

"No, I'm fine. Just kind of tired." Cato groaned sat in the seat, leaning his head back.

"Alright" Peeta nodded, he figured he'd pick some up in the morning just in case.

It wasn't long before they reached home; he stopped the car and climbed out. "Do you need any help?" Peeta asked, concerned.

Cato's eyes were still closed. He shook his head but didn't move a muscle. "Leave me here to sleep."

"No no I'm not leaving you in the car" Peeta sighed; he walked around and opened Cato's side of the car. He attempted to drag the man out of the car, "You can sleep once we get upstairs mister"

Cato groaned "No, I don't want to move"

"Come on" Peeta frowned and placed his hands on his hips.

"Leave me alone," The large man yawned. "Come onnnn I don't want to sleep alone again" Peeta sighed and shook his head.

Cato turned his head back to Peeta and sighed. "You're so lucky I love you"

"You don't know the half of it" Peeta laughed and stuck out his tongue. Cato unbuckled his own seatbelt and got up, trudging tiredly to the door.

Once in the house, he went to his and Peeta's bedroom and lay on the bed with a groan with Peeta following Peeta followed, "Il be there in a minute, going to get something to eat" The blonde then walked into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich.

After eating his food he walked into the bedroom and spotted Cato sleeping, wrapped snuggly in the covers while snoring softly. He chuckled and stripped down and climbed into the sheets, he snuggled up beside Cato and closed his eyes, soon drifting off into a deep sleep.

The large man flinched in his sleep, gasping. The bullet piercing through his body, Peeta's screams of horror. "I'll stay...I-I'll stay with you." He moaned, thrashing back and forth. "I-I won't die..."

Peeta was woken up by Cato thrashing around. He jumped up and pounced on to the bigger man. "Cato!" He called while shaking him. "Cato wake up! Your okay! You're not dying come on wake up!"

Cato's back arched, sweat pouring from his forehead. "Pe-Peeta, no! Don't cry, pl-please..." He gasped out, choking.

"Cato!" Peeta shook the larger man. "I'm not crying" He answered. He leaned in and hugged the man tightly and nuzzled his face in the mans neck. "We're okay"

Cato's eyes opened and he gasped out as he woke up. He felt Peeta's body on his and hugged him close. "Pe-Peeta…P-Peeta!"

"Yes Cato I'm here" Peeta smiled. He tightened his arms around Cato.

"My God…I-I'm alive"

"Yes you are and you're okay now"

"Y-You're here"

"Il always be here"

"Pr-Promise me"

"Yes Cato I promise" Peeta smiled, he then lifted his head and softly kissed the sweating and panicked man. Cato weakly, tiredly, kissed Peeta back, stroking his cheek. "I love you"

"I love you too" Peeta smiled, he knew Cato was still weak it would be best if he would just spend the rest of the day in bed.

The large man kissed Peeta's forehead again and lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.

Peeta returned to lying on Cato's chest with his face nuzzling his neck. "Do you want anything while I'm out later or do you just want me to stay?"

"Stay…Stay with me." Cato held Peeta close to him.

"Gladly" Peeta smiled.

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