Hi, this is one of the first fanfics I wrote about a year ago. It's a oneshot, hope you enjoy. Please review if you can!
I stare intently at the screen before me. Katniss is lying in a pool of blood. Her hair is covered in the scary liquid, and her skin is stained red. I cling to Mother for comfort.
"Prim are you..." she starts to say.
"Yes, Mother, I want to keep watching," I reply. Even if I wanted to look away, I could not. I have been sitting here for hours waiting for Katniss to wake up. Nothing has happened. My eyes are red and puffy from endlessly crying. Now they are bone dry. I don't have a single tear left. Suddenly, Peeta begins stirring on the screen. I see him rub his arm sleepily, where Katniss injected the medicine. He is still half-asleep. I know the feeling. The memories from the day before must be flooding into his head. Suddenly, his eyes snap open. He sits upright, and his eyes dart around, until they settle on Katniss. I see his face go white, and tighten with anguish.
"No," he whispers. "No!" I can hear the pain in his voice. He strokes her face, and then places his fingers on her neck. He's checking her pulse, I think. I see him sigh with relief. He reaches for the first aid kit, and then stops. He lifts up his leg. That's right, I think, the blood poisoning is gone. He must have realized what she did. He then continues, and takes out a washcloth. He wets it with the water from one of their canteens. He then slowly, and very gently, washes the blood from her head. With great care he bandages the wound, and then lays her head back down. He places the sleeping bag over her, and then takes her hand in his. He squeezes it hard, as if he is trying to hold on to her. He is staring at her, for so long, that I think he must be deep in thought when he suddenly looks up and says, "Please let her live. Please." And for the first time, I get a good look into his eyes. They are a beautiful shade of blue, calming and loyal. But more than that, they are teary, threatening to spill over at any second. I now know I can trust him. It's hard to explain, and I try to decide why.
Peeta stays up all night, even when it begins to rain, and I can practically see the cold. But he doesn't get under the sleeping bag; he instead fights through the chilly air. He reluctantly eats, but he has to, otherwise he will starve. When Katniss finally begins to wake up, he talks to her in a soothing tone. "Katniss," he says. "Katniss, can you hear me?" And her eyes flutter open, staring into his.
"Peeta." she says.
"Hey," he replies. "Good to see your eyes again." And I think, Oh Katniss, you can trust him. Stare into those blue eyes, and know that he is there for you. Later when she falls asleep once more after a conversation about bread that I don't understand, he looks up to the sky. "Please," he says once again, and I think, Remember Katniss. Blue eyes.
