I'm so sorry all if my updates are so short! I can't help it! And I'm also really sorry that it took so long to update! Gah! I'm a mess! Oh! And school is starting school is starting soon so I won't be able to write a lot because I'm taking advanced classes. High school here I come! And THE HUNGER GAMES COMES OUT ON AUGUST 18! I'm so excited! *fangirling* AND THEY START FILIMING CATCHING FIRE IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS! *fangirling some more* Butthey still haven't told us who Finnick is yet! I hate Trollsgate... Anyway enough of my rambling read the extremely short update!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. The amazingly talented Suzanne Collins owns the series and the character within it.

The farthest I get before I break down officially is a corner in the hallway of the hospital wing. What happened to her? Sobs rack my body and I let out strangled cries. Doctors and nurses pass me and shake their heads sympathetically.

I still sit, keeping my head down and chanting to myself, I have to save her. I have to her. From what? I don't know.

I'm half-mad when I see Haymitch walking toward me. He leans against the wall next to me. We sit in silence. "What happened to her?" I croak. He sighes, "We're not really sure. Snow did something to her brain. Plutarch didn't tell me much more." I put my head in my hands.

What if she stays like this forever?

I want to stay sitting in this corner forever, but I force myself onto my feet. I go to my gray compartment and I start sobbing again.

Aparrently at some point I fell into a dreamless sleep, which is a blessing.

I decide to go to the hospital wing again.

Somehow, I remember where she is. Haymitch followed me. I would too if I were him. He knows what I am doing and mutters something unintelligeble.

I open the door that Haymitch went into yesterday. To my right si a window. Many doctors holding clipboards write purposefully, others just look through the window, seemingly deep in thought.

I lock eyes with Katniss, but I know she is only seeing her almost feral reflection staring back. I also find Plutarch here, which is semi-surprising. As I walk to him I say, "What happened to her, Plutarch?" My voice startles him a bit, "We're not comepletely sure since this is a rare technique, but we believe they have used something called 'hijacking.'" I raise my eyebrows in question, he goes on, "We believe President Snow injected her with tracker jacker venom to distort her memories."

I remember when Katniss dropped the tracker jacker nest on me and the Careers in the first arena. I remember the hallucinations brought on by the painful stings. How many times did I watch Katniss die? How many times did I lose my family? I can only imagine what she is going through. What would it be like if I didn't know what was real and what wasn't?

I want to be in that room with her. I want to hold her in my arms and protect her from the nightmares like I did on the train. I know I can't, so I just say, "What can we do?" He sighes in what seems to be exasperation, "We don't really know how to treat hijacking, it's so rarely used. We're going to try to counteract it by using a calming drug like morphling, but all of this is trial and error, Peeta."

She might stay like this for the rest of her life. She'll be living a nightmare.

Anger bubbles in my chest. They have to do something! Plutarch must see that under the surface, I'm almost seething, because he says quickly, "But when she isn't having one of her episodes, it's almost like she was never hijacked at all."

I think of how Katniss was. She was stubborn and sometimes surly, but she cared about what was right and who she loved.

I smile at the memory of the old Katniss. I know she's in there somewhere, we just have to find her. I look through the glass again and see that she has her knees tucked to her chest and has a distant look in her eyes. You're strong. I know you are. Stay strong, Katniss. I send this silent message, hopefully helping her sanity.

I stay in the room with the window. It's like watching a car crash, as much pain as it causes you to stay and watch, you can't look away.

All I do when I am there is stare at Katniss and pray that she will get better. I don't understand, nor do I pay attention to what the doctors are saying about her, so Prim and Madge dive me updates on her condition.

I always feel a pang of jealousy when they tell me anything about her. I want to be there. I promised I would always stay with her. I don't like breaking promises, but this time I have to.

It probably won't be the last.