So, I just randomly felt like writing a big ball of fluff on a stick. This is how Katniss and Peeta's reunion should have gone had he not been hijacked. Enjoy!
I am running. From what? Why? I don't know. All I know is that I can't breathe. I need air, now. Not District 13 air. It's damp and heavy with sadness and loss, and I just can't keep breathing it in. Keep running. Don't stop. Need air. Can't breathe. Don't stop. Why can't I breathe? It hits me square in the chest so hard, I curl up into a ball and start to sob. Peeta.
They thought I might get better if they told me what was going on. They said that they would take care of it. They said that they would retrieve me if he returned alive, although that was highly improbable. They said, they said, they said. They all say too much. Why can't I breathe? Warm, wet tears leave sad streaks down my face. I don't bother to wipe them away. It won't help. I hear a door slide open, but I don't turn around to confront who it is because I can hear her timid footsteps throughout the halls.
"Katniss!" She is running towards me now. Has the wall always been this white? Prim kneels down beside me and wipes the tears away with her shirt sleeves.
"Katniss, you have to come with me. They've got Peeta back, Katniss, you have to go see him. Don't you want to?" Prim chirps in her soprano voice, begging me to come with her. I study her eyes, where I find nothing but honesty. Suddenly, I'm on my feet again, running, running, running. Prim follows behind and tells me what room he's in. When I turn a corner, I see Haymitch anxiously peering in the room. He turns around and sees me running towards him, and I fly strait into his arms.
"I know you're eager to see him, sweetheart, but he's pretty fragile right now. We're going to have to wait until he comes to. But sweetheart, you'll be the first one to see him, I promise." This is the most emotional I've ever seen Haymitch. His eyes are shiny with tears, and his low voice cracks when he speaks. He moves out the way and I hop to the doorway, trying to see through the wall of doctors walking around. I see, just for a millisecond, a head of bright blonde hair, and that's when I lose it. I'm pushing and shoving my way through countless doctors because I need to see him, right now. When I finally get to the edge of his bed, I just stand there. He's so small and shrunken. There are large purple bruises on his pale skin and cuts everywhere.
"Miss, you need to leave. Mr. Mellark can't have any visitors right now." A female doctor dressed in a white lab coat addresses me. I don't respond, just continue to stand at the foot of Peeta's bed.
"He's coming to, hurry and get some morphine! He'll be in pain when he wakes." Another doctor says as he adjusts a needle inserted in Peeta's arm. I move to his side and grasp Peeta's hand in mine and suddenly, his long, blond eyelashes flutter and I am drowning in those beautiful blue eyes.
"Katniss?" He whispers. I fall to my knees and start sobbing. I don't care if everyone's watching me, I can't hold in anymore. I'm shaking uncontrollably, and still crying, but I don't care. All I care about is this broken person lying next to me. I look up at him and see he's crying silently. I wrap my slender arms around Peeta and he rests his head in the crook of my neck.
"I love you." I whisper and feel him smile into my shoulder. So we just sit there, crying and smiling and kissing, until I hear Haymitch clear his throat loudly. I giggle, something in which I can count the number of times I've done on one hand.
"May I ask what in the hell you're doing, lover girl?" Haymitch smirks. "You don't even let him blink a few times before you start jumping his bones. He's not supposed to be over-exerting himself, you know."
Don't know if I really liked that one. But it's here, none the less! Review please(:
