Peeta's Point Of View

"I don't know what wrong with her, she didn't have a drink this morning or last night, she shouldn't be doing this."

"Peeta's she having…she's having Alcohol Withdrawal."

I think these words over and over again in my head. Why did I think it could be so easy? She had been drinking for years and I thought she could cope with anything. Katniss… yes she was wonderful amazing, but her body it just couldn't cope. Finnick and I had taken her to the nurse's office, but told us there was nothing she could do. She had to be sent to the hospital. I am now sitting looking out the window, while Cinna was trying his best to teach us about the different sorts of poems we could write for our finals which were coming up again. I had always enjoyed the more literature based subjects. My mother said I was the girl in the family. My favourite subjects were what my mother classed as the 'girly attitude of life'. I feel someone poking me on the shoulder. I see Cinna crouching in front of my desk.

"You're worried about her."

"I thought she would be able to cope and just stop drinking. I just thought everything would be ok and that she would just stop…"

"Well life likes to throw things at us. You should go and see her, it would be better than you sitting in your next class, thinking of what could possibly happen to her while you are gone. Tell her I was asking about her."

"Thank Sir."

Katniss's Point Of View

I'm lying once again on a hospital bed, but it isn't the one in the nurse's office. I am plugged into a machine that continues to bleep, and I am dressed in a hospital gown. The room was plain and simple. Grey everywhere: grey bed, grey tiles on the wall and on the floor. I looked around to see that nobody was in the room, and I tried to slip out of bed towards the door, hoping to make a quick exit before anyone could see me. As soon as I got out of bed, one of the objects in my arm fell out and started to make another loud beeping noise. I stopped in my tracks. Three or four nurses all ran in and looked at me. I stared back at them. They walked towards me, and I tried to dodge them.

"Where am I?"

"Just get back into bed Miss."

"Where am I?"

"Just get into bed now."

I ran around the edge of the bed, running towards the door. I ran door the corridors, past people and other nurses, with my own screaming after me. I stopped when I past one of the rooms and saw a familiar figure sitting with his hands in his head. Peeta.

Peeta's Point Of View

I looked out the window of the waiting room and saw Katniss staring at me. She pushed the door open and jumped straight into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist.

"I was so scared, they wouldn't tell me where I was."

"I'm here now, it's ok."

I started stroking her hair as she put her head under my chin. I could feel the rest of the people in the waiting room, watching us. Everyone in the district knew who Katniss was, and many of them were wary of her presence. A couple of nurses ran into the room, stopping dead when they say Katniss in my arms. If I was shown a photo of this a couple of days ago I would have laughed as well.

"Sir could you bring Katniss back into her room now?

"No, I don't want to go Peeta. I want to stay with you. Please."

I could see the hurt in her eyes. She was genuinely scared and I knew that I should protect her from her fears but if I truly wanted to protect her I had to bring her back.

"Come on how about we go together. I'll stay with you."

"You promise."

"I promise."

I walked with Katniss in my arms to her room down the corridor. The nurses took a few tests on her and I sat on one of the plastic chairs holding her hand the whole time. She fell asleep soon after the nurses had finished. One of the nurses Delly had called me outside her hospital room to tell me about Katniss's condition.

"It's bad. She has been drinking for a long time now and it will take her body a long time to adjust to not having any in her system. She needs someone to help her, someone she can trust. She wouldn't heal here and she will certainly not adjust if we sent her to a treatment centre. She could barely cope with being here. Has she any family members which we could contact?"

"Her mother left a couple years ago after her younger sister died. Nobody has heard from her since."

"Would you be willing to look after her? It could take a lot of time, but she needs someone to lean on. Someone to help her."

I look back towards the bed which Katniss is sleeping on. If someone had asked me a couple of days ago I would have said no. I would have left her knowing that it would be too much to cope with. But as the nurse said she would have nobody if I left her, no family, no friends, she could turn to.

"How can I help her?"

"You will need to be with her, in the next couple of hours will be bad, she will suffer a lot of hallucinations and she probably will turn violent."

"How long will she be like this?"

"It could last a couple of hours it could last a week. After that it will just be trying to help her emotionally with the alcohol, making sure she isn't tempted."

I look back into the room, and see that Katniss is waking up and looking around the room. She is looking for me. I walk into the room to comfort her, but before I do I turn back to the nurse.

"I'll look after her."