A/N: Here is another chapter! Thank you for the reviews! This one is not beta'd. Its all me and so will the rest of the chapters. I hope you like it, please review!
I look down at Katniss and I can't help but let my heart drop. I had been hoping she was still strong and not broken. Looking at her now made me realise that that was a stupid thing to hope for. I crouch down in front of her and take the helmet completely off
"Katniss..?" I asked softly and reached out to touch her. She flinched and I immediately pulled my hand back. "Katniss it's okay. It's just me, Peeta" I watch her face carefully, careful not to make any sudden movements.
I had to get her out of here, the others had already left I think and I only have a few minutes left to leave the building, let alone the cell. She looks at me lost for a few minutes before tears filled her eyes. I scoop her up despite her protests and hold her like a bride. She hammers against my chest over and over begging me to leave her.
Her actions made me hate everything more, Snow, the capitol, the games. Everything was fuelled by the way Katniss had turned out.
I start at a jog out of the cell and through the hallway, avoiding the bodies lying on the floor.
The weight of Katniss worries me. I know she's been skinny before but this… I can see her bones sticking out and her skin is deathly pale. Her hair is greasy and mattered and I can see the dirt all over her body. I can tell that she was been sweating and has not had a shower since the day the Quell started.
I make it out of the building and head straight towards the hovercraft without any thought. I can hear Katniss crying into my shoulder and it drives me to move faster. I have never, in my life seen someone so broken, someone who has given up like this.
I get into the hovercraft with her still crying and everyone hurry's around us and I feel her tense in my arms. "Everyone go away!' I hiss impatiently and turn towards a corner that puts us away from everyone.
I sit on the small bench and let Katniss rest on my knees. With the hand I have under her knees I rub my thumb in small circles on her leg. I wanted to see her face again, to make sure this was real.
My wish is soon granted as she wipes her face and looks at me. I smile slightly at her but she doesn't return it. I drop mine then too and just watch as she slowly starts to take it all in.
"We're on a hovercraft" I tell her softly. "Heading to district thirteen" I say carefully. I'm not sure if anyone told her what happened to 12. Her face seems to grow more tired as I tell her.
"Because twelve was blown to pieces because of me" They are the first words I have heard her speak in ages. I deflate my chest for a moment while I breathe out.
"It's not your fault Katniss" I whispered to her "It's definitely not your fault" I tell her quietly. She shakes her head and tears fill her eyes again. "Katniss, it's not your fault okay? Its Snows fault" I say very quietly.
"D-Did Prim get out?" She mumbles and hides her face again. She's beyond broken. She can't take any more pain and suffering in her life.
"Yes, so did your Mum and Gale" I know she loves Gale, she doesn't love me but I can accept that as long as she is alive. She looks at me again and I smile sadly again despite myself. "He's over there with Johanna" He nodded his head in the direction to where he was sitting with Johanna and many, many healers. "And Finnick and Annie are over there" He pointed to the left of them but she couldn't turn her head far enough to see them.
Katniss looks at Gale for a minute or so before I offer if she wants to talk to him but she shakes her head and puts it back on my shoulder.
"Are you hungry?" I ask her when the silence became uncomfortable. She shakes her head, no. "Thirsty?" I offer and she shakes her head again. "Do you want me to get the healers to fix you or do you want to wait for your mother to fix you?" She nods and I don't know what she is agreeing to. "Your mother?" I asked and she nods again.
I smile a bit and lean down to kiss her head but she moves her head away. I frown but pretend nothing happened. "You need to eat then, we still have hours till we get there.
She reluctantly agrees and I ask a healer to get her some food.
I don't keep any of the food down that Peeta had me eat and I am feeling, if possible, worse. Besides the obvious of throwing up, my body is starting to feel like it weighs a ton and eyes begin to droop. I'm still in his arms as he refuses to let me go, despite my protests.
I can't sleep, not like this. I hate sleeping. The only rest I got was from when I passed out and that was still bad. I move my hand up and cling to the top of his peacekeepers uniform. I don't know how long there is till we land but I'm hoping to soon.
"Peeta keep talking to me so I don't fall asleep" I mumbled out, becoming more and more tired. I hear him but I don't recognise what he is saying until he says my name.
"Katniss..." I look up at him "Do you want to hear about Prim?" I nod and he smiles a bit "She's just like your Mother. She is training to be a healer and has such quick hands when it comes to it. Her and I spent hours together every day talking about you and how much we missed you" He whispered to me and my heart warmed a bit. "She's very caring of everyone and really brightens up the room" He added. I already knew that but it still makes me smile.
"Peeta can you not let her see me?" I asked quietly.
"Katniss, she missed you. She'll want to see you" He whispered "You can't stop her from seeing you."
I frowned and feel my head spin "No but you can. Please Peeta?" I asked desperately. "I don't her to see me like this." I mumble and squeeze my eyes shut.
There were a few tense minutes between us before he spoke.
"What did they do to you?" Peeta asked quietly and I unwillingly stiffen.
"It doesn't matter" I say even though I know it does. I can't tell him what they did to me, he wouldn't cope.
"Katniss it does matter. I need to know what happened" He said desperately.
"Need to or want to?" I ask back quietly and open my eyes. I sit up a bit and look at him "Peeta, I'm not going to tell you. I can't even admit to myself what they did to me, let alone tell someone" I say and his face drops. I'm guessing he wanted me to tell him like someone else but I won't. I'm not telling anyone what we went through and I'm certain the others won't either. Maybe Annie to Finnick but otherwise no one will say a word.
"You have to tell someone you know. Someone who wasn't the three of you needs to know" He whispered and glanced around the room at everyone. I keep my eyes on his face. "Peeta, you know I'm not going to tell you" I say "Can you stop trying to make me?" I ask quietly. I see the hurt in his eyes as soon as I'm done talking.
"Can you tell me eventually? When you are better?" He asked hopefully and I shook my head a little "Maybe" I answer and feel my head spin, again. I close my eyes and will myself to fall asleep.
Sleep has to be better than the pain I'm in. My head, my muscles, my arms, legs. I tighten my grip where my hand is still placed. I think Peeta knows I want to sleep and starts to draw the circles again.
When I wake up I takes me a few minutes to realise I'm not in Peeta's arms anymore and I feel a little empty. The room smells odd and unfamiliar and that unsettles me even more. I open my eyes and I'm met by a blinding light that causes me to squeeze them shut again. Only by the movement beside me to I turn my head and squint my eyes open a bit.
Peeta, he looks so much older than the 18 year old that I remember being in the arena with. His eyes have dropped and his sin is pale and I realise that what he looks like is probably my fault. I've done that to him, without meaning to, like I always do.
He is instantly on his feet though and hovering over me. I make a strangled cry and open my eyes wider. His position reminds me of what they did to me in the capitol and I push on his chest to get him to move. My breathing starts to pick up as he moves away and studies my face, worried.
My heart beats starts to escalate, I can hear the beeping from my left but I don't care. All I can process is what happened to me, what snow said.
He said she was pregnant, now to actually make her.
The words echo through my head and I shiver and shake my head.
"It's not real. This is Peeta, not Snow' I say over and over and over in my head like a chant and it eventually calms me down. I look at Peeta and his face is unreadable to me.
"I'm fine" I say in a whisper and he shakes his head. He sits back in the chair.
"I was just checking you to see if you were actually awake and not… dreaming" He added the last word hastily. I sit up a bit put he pushes me down again and I grumble. "You can't move. Your mother ordered for me to make sure you stay lying down and to make sure you don't thrash around."
I brush what he said off but I don't move again "Why did you say dreaming so weird?" I asked confused and he leant forward in the chair.
"You kind of wake up but don't. You always just lay there with your eyes open and start to talk and shout and cry." He said softly with tears in his eyes. I've scared him, I can tell. I don't even know what to say to that so I just nod.
"How long was I asleep for just then?" I ask softly. It must not have been that long even though I don't remember anything about getting in the hospital.
"A few days" I take a few minutes to process it. A few days? How could anyone sleep for that long? "They had to give you medicine to knock you out so they could fix you" He explains
"What was wrong with me?" I hear come from me and I realise I don't really want to know but it's too late.
"You had a few broken bones in your legs. Internal bleeding, which wasn't that bad. Apparently it only started a few days ago so there was not much blood loss." He hesitates and I know there's more but he doesn't want to tell me. "They have numbed you from the waist and down" He added and looked at the floor.
I don't bother to look at my legs. I knew there were the obvious bruises but I didn't think it was that bad. They slowly eased of the torture session in the last few days, I don't get why.
"Peeta what else is wrong?" I finally ask after sorting through my thoughts. "Nothing, that's it" He said in a strained voice and I stare at the ceiling.
"Peeta I know there is more, I can handle it" That was a major lie. I can barely function when people touch me in an unwanted or unexpected way, how am I supposed to handle what he has to say.
"Katniss, you don't want to know. I think you at least hear it from someone who it doesn't affect, maybe your mother?" He suggests and I shake my head.
"No tell me. Now Peeta" I demand in a weak voice, my eyelids going heavy. Something was being pumped into my arm; I could feel the liquid going in. I fight the need to sleep and rip the cord out of right my arm, and the two out of my arm closest to Peeta.
"Katniss, I'm not telling you!" He said and stood up. He began to pace the small room. I sit up again in an attempt to stop the sleep that's pulling at me. He notices and pushes me down again.
This time, instead of grumbling I let out a loud, high pitched for me, scream and I don't stop. I let it last for a few minutes until my throat gets sore and I start to sob.
I hear people come in but I continue to sob.
"What happened?" A voice screeched, it sounded like my mother.
"She wanted to know what was wrong so I told her about everything but the baby!" Peeta said very quickly and there is an audible gasped coming from my mother and she moves around, plugging to cords back into my arms.
One word stuck in my head as I started to fall unconscious.
I think, he thought I was unable to hear them but he said it, baby.
Baby.
That means one thing.
I am pregnant.
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