I'm in an empty, white room with a bed in the middle where I see Peeta strapped down. He is lying there looking at me with his big, blue eyes.

"Katniss, please let me go, please", he says to me in a quiet whisper. "Help me, please."

I am just heading over to the bed and almost have my hand on the straps when he lets open a loud groan. He begins to grit his teeth and pull on the straps. I take a few steps back and watch in horror as Peeta begins to writhe on the bed. Then his body begins to sprout blonde hair all over it. His face becomes distorted as he grows a muzzle where his mouth used to be. Before my very eyes Peeta has changed into a mutt, just like the ones at the end of our first game.

I begin to cry and scream as I cower in the corner of the room. His eyes are big and wild and staring straight at me as he pulls on the straps and they begin to break. I begin to cry for help, as I am sure he will try to kill me when he breaks free. As I scream more I feel someone grab me and begin to shake me. Somewhere in my mind I can hear someone calling my name.

"Katniss! Katniss, wake up!"

I jolt awake and find myself in the darkness of my room.

Even in the darkness I can see Prim standing beside my bed staring down at me with her big, brown eyes. When she sees my eyes open she sits on the edge to the bed and takes me in her arms. She holds me tight and quietly says," It was only a dream, you're okay." I lie in her arms and feel the tears begin to fall down my cheeks. Prim reaches up gently and wipes them away.

"How can dreams seem so real?" I think to myself.

She gently rocks me for a while before getting up. She pulls the covers up around me and softly kisses my forehead. I hear her quietly climb back into her own bed and whisper "Goodnight, Buttercup."

I lay there silently in my own bed until I hear Prim's breathing become even and slow. I know that she is asleep. It has been two nights since I went to see Peeta. I know that he is fine but every time I close my eyes to go back to sleep I see the mutt on his bed trying to break free. I decide that I need to go see him hoping that after seeing him with my own eyes my mind will forget the mutt at least until the next night mare.

I get up quietly and slip out the door without a noise. I walk cautiously down the hall listening for any one else that may be wake. I make it to the hospital floor without seeing anyone else. I walk down the hall I pass a door that is open.

"Hey you, come here," someone whispers from the bed.

I think about just ignoring it, but I poke my head inside. In the bed is a skinny, old man in a hospital gown.

"What do you want?" I ask in a hushed whisper.

"I need a drink, and no one is around."

"I'll get you one."

I leave the room quietly and soon return with a glass of water. I hand it to the old man. He takes a drink and sets it on the table near his bed.

"Thank you," he replies with a smile and lies back down, pulling the covers back up to his chin.

I smile and say "Goodnight" as I pull the door mostly closed.

I walk the rest of the way to Peeta's without any more interruptions. I slip open the door and duck into the observation room and close the door behind me. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and look at the window where I saw Peeta resting peacefully.

As I walk over to the row of chairs I glance over at the table. On the table are several pieces of ripped paper. I step closer to see what they are. I can tell by looking that they are a drawing.

"Who would leave a ripped up picture on the table?" I think to myself.

I begin to flip the pieces over and spread them out. Then I begin to put them together like a puzzle. As the pieces go together I can tell it is a girl. When it is finish I gasp!

It's a picture of me. I stare at the picture and then turn to look at Peeta strapped to the bed. Did he draw this picture, and why is it all torn up?

I look at the picture more and notice the bandage on my head. The scene comes rushing back to me. It is me when we were in the cave together during the first hunger games. It had to have been drawn by Peeta; no one else was there. As I stare at the picture the memories of those days in the cave come back. It was a resting time before the last battle with Cato and the mutts.

Suddenly my attention is drawn back to Peeta. I see him moving around in his bed.

He begins to whisper, "Katniss, must protect Katniss."

He stirs a little more and then lays still.

I pull the chair up to the window and sit down. My mind begins to wander back to the nights we spent together in the cave. I think of the things we talked about, and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

I wake up and wonder how long I have been asleep. I look at the clock on the wall and see that it is 6 a.m. I jump up and know I need to get back to my room. Mom and Prim usually get up at 6:30 to get ready for their shift at the hospital. I really don't want to explain where I have been.

As I quickly put the chair away I look at the drawing one more time. I sweep the pieces quickly into my hands and stuff them in my pocket.

"They were all torn up, no one will want them." I think to myself.

I slip out the door and head down the hall. Behind me I hear someone clear their throat. I turn around slowly. There is Greasy Sea giving me a strange look.

"Good morning" I squeak out. (That was not suspicious at all).

She just mumbles "good morning" back and continues on her way.

I hurry the rest of the way back to my room not making eye contact with anyone I pass. I just make it into bed and pull the covers up when mom's alarm begins to beep. I lay very still until Prim and mom leave. That was close.

I sit up and pull the crumpled pieces of paper out of my pocket and carefully tape them together. I slip the drawing into the drawer with the pearl and mom's wedding picture, and then I snuggle back under the covers for a few more hours of sleep. Maybe I will have a good dream.