A/N: I have some really good ideas for this story….. But, I have the cursed writers block! Grrr…. Anyway, here is chapter 2.

Katniss POV:

Sobbing… I wake up to, sobbing and a weird beeping noise.

Trying to open my heavy eyelids, I stifle a groan. What the hell? Finally I see the bright lights of the hospital room in District 12, and the sobbing figure in the corner. My mother? What is she doing in District 12?

"M...mom? Is that you?" my voice hoarse.

"Katniss, dear I… we were so worried about you. I…" I tone her out… Peeta, where is Peeta?

"Mom, where is Peeta. I… I need to talk to him." She doesn't reply, which worries me even more

. "Mom? Where is Peeta?" She stands and slowly crosses the room and sits on the edge of my bed. "Honey, Peeta is not well. He has been in a coma ever since he…. Um the incident. And he won't wake up."

As she explains I try and sit up. "Where is he?" I ask. "What room, When can I go see him, Can I go now?" running all my questions together.

"Katniss, I don't think that's the best idea right now." My mother explains to me, while a nurse comes in to check my IV.

"Your mother is right Katniss. Besides, you have some visitors" says the nurse. And right on cue…

"Hey Catnip, how are you doing?" Gale asks and I can't help but wonder what excuse my mother and Haymitch used for my injuries.

"Sweetheart, how are you feeling"? Speak of the devil.

"Ughh I'm okay I think. I just want to know why I am in here". My mother and Haymitch exchange a look.

"Honey I'm going to go get some food, I haven't eaten in a while."

Haymitch give my mother a pleading look before she leaves the room.

"Well..." Haymitch begins, "your oxygen levels were low, and you have a few broken bones in your hand. And you also have some bruises."

Thinking about it, my hand does really hurt. "Oh… I guess that is bad. But when do I get to leave? And where is Peeta?" I demand.

Haymitch sighs and rubs his head. "Fine," I start to get out of the bed. "I'll go find him myself".

Gale grabs my arm and pushes me back into the bed. "Oh no you don't Catnip. You need to rest; you can to find Mellark later."

"Gale's right sweetheart. If he is in a coma he won't even know your there. Rest up and I'll get his doctor in here to tell how he is, okay?"

I cross my arms and huff. "Whatever. But you still never told me when I can leave."

Haymitch and Gale exchange a look, and a man walks in who I can only assume is my doctor. "Katniss, it looks like your levels are back to normal. That means you have clearance to go home" says the doctor.

I grin. "Thanks, at least someone gives me answers." I glare at Gale and Haymitch. I start to get up out of bed.

"Here is some meds. This is a painkiller for your hand, one pill every time you feel you need it. But no more than 4 a day."

He gives me the bottle and I toss it in the bag Gale is holding. "This one is to help with the oxygen and sugar levels. One at every meal. No more than 3 a day." He tosses me that as well.

"Well, I believe my job here is done. I hope you feel better Miss. Everdeen." I nod.

"Thank you Doctor, I will make sure she gets home safely."

Haymitch winks at me. I sigh. "Alright, let's just hit the road. But I'm going to see Peeta first, so you might as well just take me so I don't have to sneak out."

Haymitch rolls his eyes at me. "Okay, come on sweetheart lets go see lover boy."

Peeta POV:

What happened to me? Where is Katniss? I hope I didn't hurt her. All these questions are running through my mind. But I can't seem to speak, or move. What is wrong with me? Why can't I move!

Katniss POV:

I walk in Peeta's house and up to his bedroom, with a cautious Gale and Haymitch following close behind me.

"Haymitch, why isn't Peeta in the hospital" I ask. Stopping outside his door, I turn around waiting for my answer.

"Well sweetheart, they figured he would come out of the coma faster by being surrounded by the familiar smells and aroma of his room. So the kept him here with a nurse, who sleeps in the extra bedroom down the hall. The doctor comes in and checks on him 3 times a day."

I nod my head and turn around to walk through the door and into Peeta's bedroom.

The first thing I see is his body sprawled across his bed as if he were asleep. But he is not moving, not even a twitch as far as I could see. When will he wake up? Is he dead?

I ponder these questions in my mind as I slowly walk over to the side of his bed, and sit. As I begin to stroke the side of his face I turn to face Gale and Haymitch.

"You guys can go. I've got him now" I tell them.

Gale shakes his head. "No way Katniss. Do you really think I would let you stay in this room by yourself with…. with, him? After what he did?"

I sigh and shake my head. "Gale, he won't do anything. He is in a coma, you know." He shakes his head incredously, and looks to Haymitch for help.

Haymitch shakes his head and begins to walk out of the room. "I'm going home call me if you need anything, I guess. I got to go feed my geese." And with that he shuffles out of the room.

"Katniss…" Gale begins to speak but I interrupt him. "Gale, just go downstairs. Nothing bad will happen I promise. If he wakes up I will come get you, okay?"

He sighs, but leaves the room. I turn and look at Peeta. He looks so peaceful. I just hope he wakes up soon.

I push him over to the right side of the bed, and take off my shoes, and strip off my hospital gown and rush into the bathroom to take a shower.

The water is a warm, strong and steady stream as it beats down on my back. I tilt my head back to wet my hair, and rub the rose smelling shampoo into it.

The shampoo brings back memories of the first hunger games, particularly Peeta's interview with Caesar Flickerman.

I hurry and rinse my hair to try and rid myself of the unwanted memory. Then I begin to wash my body, finally noticing the bruises that cover my arms

. I stand there rinsing my body when I hear a noise. I turn the water off and step out of the shower.

I grab a towel from the cabinet and wrap it around myself before I step out of the bathroom and into Peeta's bedroom.

I am shocked to see the scene in front of me. Buttercup, the mangy cat is hissing at Peeta, who is still lying down but hitting his headboard with his fists.

"Peeta…" I whisper gently. But the banging continues and so does the hissing.

I pick up Buttercup and throw him out of the room closing the door. I rush over to Peeta's side and gently pull his arms back to his sides while whispering comforting words into his ear.

Eventually he becomes stiff once again, and taking the opportunity I walk over to his dresser and pull on one of Peeta's oversized t-shirts.

Checking to see if he is still asleep I walk over to the window and open it a crack, just to let in some of the cool air from outside.

Then slowly, silently I walk over to Peeta's bedside and crawl in the bed beside him, pulling the blankets up over both of our bodies.

As I close my eyes I hear Peeta sigh and slowly drift off to sleep.

I focus on his steady breathing and eventually fall asleep.

Okay, okay. I know this chapter isn't as long as it should be.

I'm working on Chapter 3 right now I promise. Review!

-JuliaRose98-