Hello! I am starting this new fanfiction…

It is told from Peeta's POV, and it is like an alternate version of Mockingjay, but I bit twisted as well. So basically, Katniss was taken prisoner by the Capitol and Peeta was the one who was rescued and he is the face of the rebellion.

I might have thought that we were one

I wanted to fight this war without weapons

I stared down at my shoes and continued chewing my lip. I felt puke at the back of my throat. I looked over at Finnick's hands, which were tying various kinds of knots in a rope.

We'd been waiting for 2 hours almost. What if they never came back?

The last time I'd seen Katniss she was in a horrible condition. She was so thin and she looked so scared. Her grey eyes hid something other than fear though. Something I couldn't recognize.

I jumped when the door swung open and I quickly looked up to see Haymitch at the door. "They're back." He told us. Finnick and I exchanged glances and then rapidly got to our feet. She's here! I kept telling myself. Katniss is finally here. With me. She's safe from the Capitol. She's here with me.

We followed Haymitch into the infirmary. I still couldn't believe it. My Katniss was here. She was really here!

When we arrived, I scanned the large area for black hair. It would definitely pop out against the pale blue, green and white themed- infirmary. There were nurses and doctors crowded around something. I hurried towards them, only to have my hopes dropped when I noticed the person they were surrounding was Johanna. It shocked me. She looked so different. Her black spiky hair was shaved off and she was so scrawny. "Johanna? Where's—"

She snapped at the doctors before I could finish. "No, I don't want that!" She pulled the oxygen tubes off her face and then smacked a nurse's hand away. Behind me, I heard a woman shriek. "Finnick! Finnick!" I turned around to see a fairly pretty, brown-haired young woman race towards Finnick. I recognized her and realized it was Annie, the girl whom Mags had volunteered for.

She flung herself towards Finnick and he caught her. Then they started to kiss passionately.

Suddenly, I needed Katniss badly. I needed to find her and hold her, and kiss her just as eagerly.

"Peeta!" I whipped my head around again. Haymitch was signaling me. He was standing next to Gale. I approached them.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

"She's unresponsive."

I froze and faced Gale. My breathing accelerated. "Why? What's wrong with her?"
"We don't know. But we think it's from the sleeping gas. She's going to be okay. She's in there."

Some of the doctors opened the doors for us, until we reached a small room. Through the small window on the door, I could see her. Lying on her back, unconscious- or, unresponsive like Gale had said. I pushed open the door slowly. There was a clear mask covering her nose and mouth. I came closer to her body and felt a small smile creeping onto my lips. Katniss was right in front of me.

There were cuts and scratches all over her arms and face. She was disturbingly thin. Her form scared me. She looked smaller than I remembered.

They tortured her so badly. But she was still so beautiful. I felt tears in my eyes and I got down to her level. I brushed the hair out of her face and took hold of her bony hand. I noticed her fingernails were painted silver, but the paint was chipped. Under her nails, she had dried blood. She was probably trying to rip them off. I kissed her hand and pressed it to my cheek.

Gale came from the other side and brushed back the hair from her face. He looked sorrowful. I probably looked worse- my face was wet with tears. He moved away, probably feeling a little strange knowing I was there- next to Katniss.

How I wanted to see those eyes. Those pearly, grey eyes which I always got lost in. But they were covered by olive eyelids. I kissed on of them, and then I pressed my cheek to her forehead. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "I'm so sorry."

If I hadn't let her go, back at the lightning tree, she'd be okay.

Katniss would be awake- hell, she wouldn't have gone to the Capitol. She would have been safe here with me the whole time.

I still had my cheek against her forehead and I opened my eyes. Her chest was still going up and down. She would wake up soon. I didn't need to cry so much. I couldn't wait to see those eyes open.

Katniss would be crying, and wouldn't let me go. Maybe she'd kiss me. If she did, I'd so the same. Not like I wasn't already.

And once she was strong enough, I knew that's he'd turn to Haymitch, and yell at him. Curse at him, throw something his direction- literally. She would be furious about everything. But, at the same time…. This was what she wanted in the arena. Wasn't it?

She wanted me to live, not her.

And I wanted her to live. I wanted her to live as long as she could. I was eager to sacrifice myself for her.

Katniss would have had a better shot at life if I died anyways. She had Gale, who already loved her, and her family.

I was willing to give her, Gale, and maybe even their impending children my life.

That is, if she wanted them. She's never told me her opinion about having children. But I don't think she'd want any.

I continued keeping my cheek pressed against her forehead until the doctors said they were going to assign her an actual room.

They placed her on a transportable hospital bed and then led me and Haymitch through the halls until we arrived.

I sat down in a chair and took her hand in mine again. I watched as doctors cleaned her up a bit, and then inserted tubes in her arms. I looked down at her and smiled when I was able to hear her heartbeat on the monitor.

They replaced the mask on her face with oxygen tubes.

Good. I thought. Now I can kiss you.

Haymitch sat down on another chair.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I replied. "Now that she's here. When do you thinks she'll wake up?"

"Who knows? The affect will wear off soon, though."

I stood up and smoothed back her side bangs. Then I leaned forward and kissed her softly on her lips.

…

Several hours passed. I fell asleep sitting on the chair, with my head resting in my arms, which were on Katniss's bed next to her hips. It must have been early, about 8 AM.

Prim and her mother were sitting on the chairs on the other side of the room. Prim had her head resting on her mother's shoulder while the two slept.

My eyes opened and I recalled the events of last night. I looked up quickly.

Katniss's eyes were still closed. And she was still in the same position she was in when we first got here. I shook her shoulder.

"Katniss…?" I muttered. "Katniss?"

She wouldn't move.

Th gas would have worn off by now. I stood up and held her face in my hands. The heart monitor had the same rhythm. But I knew something was wrong. I squeezed the sensitive area between her shoulders and her neck, but she stayed still as a rock.

I called in her nurse, whose name was Ivy. She arrived with a clipboard in her hand, which held Katniss's new medical folder.

"Hi." Ivy smiled in a kind way. "How is she?"

"She's not waking up." I told her. "She hadn't moved from the position she was in last night." Ivy bit her lip and then walked to Katniss's monitor.

"What's wrong?" I heard a soft voice ask. I turned around to see Prim looking at us with worried eyes. She and her mother had woken up/

"Katniss isn't waking up." I said. Prim quickly stood up and looked down at Katniss. Her mother held Katniss's hand.

"She hasn't moved." She whispered.

"Well… oxygen levels looks fine, and her heartbeat is perfect. She's stable."

I stroked Katniss's cheek. What did they do to you?
"Maybe it's something…" Ivy started. "Inside the brain. Most likely. We have to inspect her and see what's wrong."

"What?" I said, at little uneasy. "What do you think happened?"

Ivy shook her head. "I don't know." She said softly with an uncertain tone. "We might have to perform surgery if it's really necessary. But she'll be okay."

I got angry. Katniss was not okay. "You don't know that. Katniss isn't okay. She's not waking up." I grumbled.

"Peeta—"

"No… just… just do whatever you have to do. I'm sorry." I sighed. I forced myself to calm down.

From there, Ivy called in a few doctors and they took Katniss to a different room.

They didn't use CAT scans, because it was too risky.

Mrs. Everdeen and Prim and I all waited outside the room. Prim and I spoke with each other. About Katniss, mostly.

I told her how I couldn't lose Katniss. Because she was all I had.

"She's going to be okay, Peeta." It made me angry how everyone kept telling me this. But I couldn't get angry at Prim.

I knew Katniss would want me looking after her family. So that was what I had been doing while she was in the Capitol. Gale looked after them only slightly. When Katniss warned 13 about the bombing, I realized Prim was missing in the bunker. I had panicked and searched for Katniss's little sister, but then I saw her running down the bunker hall with her ginger tomcat in her arms, and Gale was behind them.

And that was probably the only time Gale ever 'looked after' Prim while Katniss was gone. I could tell Prim and her mother trusted me. Because not only was I keeping them safe but I also kept Katniss safe. Or at least, I tried to. Before they took her from me.

My attention was caught when I heard the door knob click open. I rose to my feet and face the doctor in front of me. He made a gesture with his hand and I entered the room. Katniss was on her transportable bed again.

This time, with an endotracheal tube in her mouth. My heart dropped.

"What happened?" I gasped. "What's wrong with her?!"

I got to her bed and stayed by her side, smoothing back her black hair. Behind me, I heard Katniss's mother wail. I turned to see her mother with her hand on her heart. Prim had her mouth covered with her hand.

"We were able to piece it all together." Ivy said softly.
"And?" I cried.

I heard Ivy sigh. "She's in a coma." She murmured. "We don't know when she'll wake up. It's too risky to do anything."

I buried my face in her hand and cried into it.

I was so happy- so excited; just yesterday. I couldn't wait to see her smile, or those beautiful silver eyes. But now, who knew when I'd see them.

"Why is she in a coma?" I asked.

"We're not too sure. Like I said, it's too risky to check. On our X-rays, I mean. And all that."

"We thought it might have been a concussion, due to what we figured was being done to her in the Capitol. But for her to be a coma, it would have had to be a major concussion. And we didn't find any bruises on her head. The other cause might have been malnourishment. She was being left without food for who knows how long, so her body might have shut down to conserve energy."

They moved Katniss back to her old hospital room and reconnected her to all the monitors and machines. They inserted a small tube in her arm which fed her. And I watched her. I wanted to crawl into the bed with her and cradle her until she woke up from her coma. I wasn't allowed to, though. They said I could move something, like the endotracheal tube, and cause something to happen. So I stayed by her side.

I held her hand in mine. Watching her chest move up and down.

Pity and sorrow washed over me. To know that she was stuck in a frightening, deep sleep.

She couldn't wake up. Katniss was stuck in a coma, fighting hard to wake up from nightmares.

But what hurt the most was the fact that I couldn't reach her.