A/n: ok, I had to do A LOT of research to write this chapter, still, I'm sorry if there's any mistake with the medical terms, I'm not a doctor. If there's something wrong remember this is fiction and anything could happen. Enjoy the reading! And review please!


I can't describe what I'm feeling; it is as if the world has just collapsed on me. the ambulance has just arrived to the hospital, and if I was worried before, now that worry has gotten a million times worse.

The paramedics open the door; they get me out of the ambulance, and start moving the stretcher inside. I don't know where they are taking me; it could be some simple doctor's office, or an operation room. All I see now are the different doors of the hospital passing by, and the faces of the paramedics around me. I can't see Peeta, even though he was right beside me a few minutes ago. I hope he's not getting one of his flashbacks. He doesn't have them regularly anymore, but some stressful circumstances are still able to trigger them

As if on cue, I hear Peeta screaming "you killed her! You killed our baby!" his face is red with anger; he even has some tears on his eyes. Some security guards appear and take him by the arms. The only person that can hold me together is Peeta, and now he is away from me.

"No, I didn't "I whisper, mostly to myself. I hate to think about it, but it is possible that my fall has killed our baby girl. After all those years of Peeta convincing me to have kids, I finally agree and now it's possible that I killed her!

I try to push that thought away from my mind, I'm overreacting. The odds of a single fall killing a baby are very little, besides the fall wasn't that hard. But then again, when have the odds ever been in my favor?

I arrive into my doctors, office. There aren't many obstetricians in District 12, but I don't remember telling the paramedics he was my doctor. Maybe Peeta did while I was lost in my thoughts in the ambulance. I'm taken out of the stretcher into those bed-like things doctors have in their office.

"Katniss, what happened" he asks in a professional tone.

"I tripped, hit my abdomen, and then fell to the floor. I thought I was fine but I began to bleed." I answer.

"Well, I can see that, you have a moderate bleeding, are you feeling pain in your abdomen right now?"

My hand instinctively rubs my belly and I reply "yes, it's not unbearable, but I am feeling pain"

"I think you might have a placental abruption. I'm going to perform a quick examination, and an ultrasound to see how severe it was, and if your baby is alright. She should be, but I from the amount of blood you're loosing, you might need a c-section" after saying that he begins to apply the gel in my abdomen to make the ultrasound.

That statement shocks me, if my little girl is fine she might be born today, but she will be a preterm baby. "Is she going to be alright?" I ask him, hopingPeeta was here with me, he´d surely know how to calm me down"

"Well" he looks into the monitor to see the ultrasound "your abruption was severe, in order to save her we´re performing an emergency c-section. You're around 33-34 weeks, therefore, there are some risks your baby might face, especially with the development of her lungs, after she's born were taking her to the ICU, to keep her monitored"

I begin to feel dizzy, I don't know if it is because of the new he just gave me, or because I've been losing a fair amount of blood. Honestly, I don't care if I die, I just want my baby to be alright, I can't bear the thought of my own child dying because of me. Too many people have died because of me in the past; I don't want to add her to the list.

A nurse comes in the room and starts an IV line in my arm. She doesn't put any meds there so I figure that the line is for the anesthesia. After she´s gone, some other people arrive; they place me in a stretch and wheel me out of the office.

The operating rooms are upstairs, so we have to take an elevator to go up. Being in an elevator brings back a lot of memories, I used to enjoy being in them, but this ride is far from enjoyable.

We arrive in the operating room, my doctor is getting ready as well as some other ones, I don't know if they are interns or nurses, I couldn't care less.

Somebody comes closer holding a syringe, he puts it in my IV line and says. "I am the anesthesiologist, your c-section is about to start.

My nerves are killing me; I'm shaking, sweating, and feeling dizzy. I close my eyes and repeat in my mind once again "I'm katniss Everdeen, I'm in the operating room, and I´ll have an emergency c-section. Peeta had a flashback and it's not here with Me." I stop, this time it is not helping, I'm only thinking about the bad things.

I remain with my eyes shut, I can hear doctors saying things like "we have to work fast" "control the hemorrhaging" "she's losing too much blood". I fell hopeless.

I open my eyes and see Peeta walking towards me; he is guarded by two other doctors. I suppose that's the deal he had to make to be able to come in. He is pale, but I can tell he is holding himself together to be there for me.

He leans closer and whispers "katniss, I'm so sorry, I had a flashback, I needed to get away so I couldn't harm you" a small smile comes to his lips "even though this is not the way we would have wanted it to be, I wouldn't miss this moment " his smile widens a little bit "I'm sure she´ll be fine, I have a feeling she is as tough as her mommy" he gives me a kiss on the forehead and holds my hand tight.

I want to cry, I don't know if it is because of the preoccupation, or because of the words Peeta just told me. I have a mix of emotions I have never experienced before.

I feel some pressure in my abdomen, Peeta says "she's out" but I don't hear any crying.

The events of the day, combined with the loss of blood are taking their toll on me. I release the grip on Peeta's hand, and slip into unconsciousness.