I let out a ear shattering scream. Peeta immediately grabs me in a hug. I throw myself on his lap and cry. "What-Happened?" I cry out between wheezes. I am clinging on to Peeta as my mom wipes the blood from my eyes, my face and tries to trace the original cut.
"Prim, go get the needles and thread, the ice and some water for Katniss." She dictates to Prim. Then to me, "Just sip the water and rest your head on Peeta. Calm down baby. It's okay."
I do what she says, not knowing what else to do. "You scared me, a lot," Peeta tells me. "You were out for about an hour and a half. And the whole time you were mumbling 'Cinna'. I was so worried about you baby. I am just sooo glad I was able to wake you up." He kisses me on the cheek and temple multiple times. His kisses are gentle, soothing, and worried. He is truthfully in love with me, just like he admitted in the cave, three years ago.
"Wait, mom. What about the baby? Will it be okay?" I ask, already sounding like a eight month pregnant mother. Mom nods her head and continues getting the stuff ready for my head. She eases her way over to me and begins to stitch my head. I wince every couple seconds because of the needle hitting some softer spots. Thank god for a mom like mine. "I love you mom. I really do."
She sits back a minute and smiles. "I love you, too, little girl." And she continues to fix my head. After what seems like half an hour, mom finishes and tells me to stand. I stand up and my head swirls around in circles, forcing me to fall back down into Peeta's lap. "Go back home and call me in the morning."
We say our goodbyes and we head down the drive way. The whole way home, my head spins. Peeta has his hand on my thigh, right below my crotch. I slowly drift in to a deep sleep. I only slowly stir from my slumber when Peeta lifts me out of the car and takes me to bed.
