"I'm sorry, but we have some bad news." The doctor said, seemingly generally concerned. Katniss clasped Peeta's hand, as tightly as she could. She prepared herself for the worse, almost creating an imaginery sheild around herself so whatever the doctor said would bounce off, and not effect her. But the next words that came out of the doctor's mouth even Katniss couldn't pretend not to care.
"On the last scan, we found out that your body is not strong enough to withstand your baby. If you go through with the pregnancy, there is a 50% you and the baby could both die." Peeta, in shock, let go of Katniss' hand, as he watched his wife fall to pieces. No. I can't lose her. Was the first thought that came into Peeta's mind as he looked at his distraught wife, whom was hugging tightly onto her stomach, speechless. The silence in that room, at that moment, was deafening. Peeta tried to hug his wife, but she fought him off, still holding onto stomach. It was then he decided to take matters into his own hands, after finally finding his voice, he told the doctor what he knew Katniss wouldn't like to hear.
"Doctor, I, for one, will do anything to keep my Katniss alive. Can she get rid of the baby, at this late stage?" Peeta slightly whispered the last sentence, because, in all honesty, he was scared of his wife. He didn't want to get rid of his child, but they had no choice. Katniss shook her head, finally letting go of her stomach. She gulped, forcing the words out. "No." She said, shaking her head more ferociously this time. Peeta tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away, not taking one glance at Peeta.
"Listen to me, we are not getting rid of this child. If we die, so be it, but we've got a 50% chance of living and I'm going with it. Think about it Peeta. I've escaped death so many times, and maybe this is the time I actually die." Katniss rushed through the last sentence, worried what Peeta would think. She had the upper hand in this, as the baby was inside her, but Peeta had his powers of persuasion. Peeta wanted to speak out, but he took one look at Katniss and knew that wasn't an option. He sighed, and looked at Katniss' stomach. What if I punch it? He thought, imagining the baby inside Katniss' stomach. He couldn't. That baby was his, and if he killed it, he'd be living with it for the rest of his life. He smiled at Katniss, but inside, he was breaking. Peeta tried to think positive, pretending that there was some hope. But it was so hard, pretending he was fine with that thing killing Katniss.