This is my very first Fanfic, so please be nice. I got the idea for this from the song Wake Up by The Vamps.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, or Wake Up.
"PRIM!"
She looks too late, and doesn't see the black vehicle that's trying to screech to a stop in front of her. I sprint to where her body is laying on the ground, completely still. I search for a heartbeat, and thank the lord when I hear a soft thumping in her chest. The tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I whip out my phone and call 911.
When Prim is safe in a hospital bed, and I can hear the beeping of the machine that says she's alive, I finally let myself cry. I can't believe I let that happen. I can't believe I was that careless. As I look down at her unconscious body, I can't help but think 'It's my fault she's here'.
I hear the door into Prim's hospital room open, and look up to see Gale and Rory rush in.
"Where is she?!" Rory demands at me when he sees my tear streaked face. I gesture over to the bed, and he sees Prim for the first time since he walked in.
Rory goes and kneels by her bed, gently taking her hand and whispering things to her, and more probably himself.
"Catnip, I'm so sorry." Gale says as he sets himself next to me on the dark blue sofa I sit on. I can't say anything, so I just shake my head and cry into his shoulder.I have no idea what time it is, late I guess, and crying must take up all of the energy I have left, as I soon fall asleep in Gale's lap.
I wake up the next morning to find that Gale and Rory have left, and I've been tucked into a make-shift bed on the couch. I get up and dressed before going down to the cafeteria to get myself some food for breakfast.
I get a few odd looks, I'm guessing because of my puffy eyes and red blotchy face, but I look around and see I'm not the only one that looks this way, so I shrug it off. I open the door to find my parents, who had gone home to get some of Prim and my things, sitting on the couch I was just asleep on.
"How are you feeling, Katniss?" My dad asks. He knows I'm very close to Prim, so her being injured is like myself being tortured.
"Could be better." I mumble. I walk over to Prim's unconscious body, sit down on the nurse's stool, and start eating. The door once again opens, and I see the only face that could make me feel better.
Peeta.
I push myself off the chair and throw myself into his arms. Peeta chuckles into my hair, so quietly I wouldn't be able to hear him if I wasn't right in front of him.
"How are you, sweetheart? Can I do anything?" He looks down at me, genuinely concerned, and I shake my head.
"Just being here is enough."
He smiles sadly at me, and I pull away, taking his hand in mine. I notice that my parents have left, probably to go get breakfast for themselves. I sit on the couch, pulling Peeta down next to me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my forehead gently.
A silent tear slides down my cheek, and when Peeta notices it, he quickly swipes it off with his thumb, and then kisses my cheek, where the droplet was not five seconds ago. Then his arm around my shoulder sinks to my waist, while his other arm wraps around me pulling me into a tight hug. I put my head on his shoulder and sigh.
The moment I feel his finger tickling me, I'm on the floor, giggling like a three-year-old, begging him to stop. He doesn't. I kick and thrash, desperate for this tickling sensation to stop, for him to give me a second to rest, but he persists, chuckling while he does so.
Finally, I'm given a moment to rest, and I squirm out from underneath him. Peeta makes no move to stop me, so I sit back down on the couch. He's still on the floor, a smirk on his face. It's the most adorable thing I've ever seen, so, again, I start giggling.
It's amazing how he makes me feel like this. Like everything else in the world will be ok, as long as we're together. And, for a while, I let myself believe this. I feel light, like I'm floating. I guess this is what it feels like to be happy. I'd forgotten how good it feels.
So there we sit, laughing softly together, the first moment of true happiness I've had in 24 hours, until the door to the room bangs open, and a figure stands in the doorway. A very tall figure. A very angry, tall figure. And it looks surprisingly similar to Gale…