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The ride home after a week at the hospital was the hardest part of the entire trip.
A few years back District 6, whose speciality was transportation before the war, sent us a car as a gift that Peeta and I barely used. Walking everywhere was second nature for the two of us so we never saw the point in learning how to operate it. We left it in the garage of our house for over a decade but now, I really wish we were taught the proper way of driving.
Every turn Peeta makes sends me rocketing around the cabin. The amount of times I've hit my already aching head against the window is astonishing. It seems like we've run over every bump in the road.
"Peeta. Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop the car. Right now Peeta." he jams on the brakes and watches me as I wrench open the door. I take a few wobbly steps and puke all over the snow on the side of the road. This nausea is going to kill me.
With shaky legs I stumble back into the car to find my husband wide eyed in the driver's seat. I slowly shut the door and rest my head against the chair. When the car doesn't move I open up one eye to find Peeta staring at me. He's been doing that a lot lately.
I sigh, "What."
He raises his eyebrows and puts the car into gear, this time trying to make the ride much smoother. I appreciate the effort, I just wish that he started out driving like that.
We pull up to the house, thankfully Peeta doesn't slam on the brakes this time. I go to open the door when he stops me.
"Wait, I'll get it for you." Either he's trying to be a gentleman or he still feels guilty. I hope it's not the latter.
When he opens the door I hold out my hand for him to help me up. My head still incredibly sore and throwing off my balance.
I look him in the eyes, "Thank you. I would kiss you right now, but you'd probably want me to brush my teeth first." I see a hint of a smile creep across his face; a sight I haven't seen for days now.
Peeta helps me into the house carefully, making sure that I don't slip on any ice. He unlocks and holds the door open for me as I take a step inside. No one's cleaned up since the accident. I look back at Peeta. I hope this sight doesn't spark another episode.
Holding out my hand towards him he guides me to the living room where I sprawl out on the couch- utterly exhausted from the day's events. It's only 10 am.
Peeta kneels down next to me, "Can I get you anything?"
Putting my hand on his face I shake my head. He still looks so shaken up.
"You haven't eaten today. How about I bake you something?"
"That sounds like a great idea." I return with a smile. He kisses my hand and walks into the kitchen. I watch him until he's gone. Knowing that what he's going to make me will take a while, I decide that maybe a nap will be the best course of action.
Drifting off to sleep I breathe in the smell of the freshly washed pillow case. The mesmerizing aroma carries me to unconsciousness as I unknowingly place my right hand over my stomach; protecting what lies within.
