This one is a bit short but some relatively important stuff appears here

When I wake up, I'm surrounded by white. I realize I'm in a hospital. "Peeta," I rasp. Someone moves and soon Peeta is hovering over me.

"Katniss," he whispers, deep lines of concern etched into his face.

"Are Prim and Mom okay?" I ask, my voice gravelly.

"They're fine," he confirms. "You pushed them out, Kat."

"I know. Where are they?"

"They're in the waiting room," he answers. "Do you want me to get them?" I nod my head and he rushes out. Prim and Mom reappear but Peeta isn't with them. Tears stream down both of their faces and they smile at me. "You saved us," Mom chokes out. "They're calling you the girl on fire because when you walked out, your shirt was flaming."

"I remember. Where are we going to stay until we find a new house?" I question.

"Well, Prim and I will be staying with the Hawthornes' and you have received an invitation to stay with the Mellarks'." As my mother pauses, Prim giggles. "Whether you accept that invitation or not is your choice."

"Would you mind if I stayed at Peeta's house?" I ask.

"Of course not," my mom says.

"And Peeta can help you through your nightmares if you have them," Prim adds. I shiver at the thought of more nightmares. I've just gotten over the nightmares that occurred after my father's death.

"Do you want him to come in now?" Mom asks. I nod and all 3 of us say goodbye. When Peeta comes in, he hurries over to me. We look into each other's eyes for a moment and then the want to kiss him consumes me. With Peeta's help, I move so I'm sitting up. "Kiss me," I whisper. Peeta leans forward and gently kisses my lips. The smile that always comes after we pull away from a kiss makes a comeback and appears on both of our faces. "What kind of damage was caused?" I ask. Peeta looks down and begins to speak.

"Your left wrist was singed and your right leg has second degree burns up to your thigh. Your back has third degree burns and is badly bruised from whatever hit you," he tells me.

"A rafter fell on my back," I say. "How long will I be here?"

"A few more days," he says, finally meeting my eyes. "You'll have ointments to use and fresh bandages will be put on every day."

"I hear I'll be staying at your house." This brings a smile to both our faces. I look around to see if I'm hooked up to anything other than the oxygen machine and when I see I'm not, I scoot over and motion for Peeta to lie beside me. He grabs a pillow from the couch and sits propped up against the metallic headboard, just like me. I snuggle into him and fatigue hits me. I realize my injuries make me a lot more tired than usual and I soon fall asleep.

"Kat," someone whispers. "Kat, wake up." I grunt as I pull myself a few inches away from Peeta. "It's time to change your bandages," he says. "I'll wait outside." I nod but I don't want him to leave. His arms are so warm and comforting. They give me a sense of security. The nurse pulls the top of my hospital gown down and starts to unwrap the soiled bandages. I feel a searing pain and I clench my teeth. She applies my ointment and the pain starts to ease. The fresh bandages feel nice and soon Peeta comes in. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Hungry," I reply. He tells me to wait while he goes and asks the doctor if I can eat. He returns with a bowl of soup. He carefully spoons it into my mouth and the warm broth makes me feel better.

"Is there anything I can get for you?" he questions.

"Peeta, you're my boyfriend, not my manservant," I laugh. "Any word on when I get to go home?"

"Tomorrow," he says happily.

"Who will help me change my bandages and all that other stuff?"

"Since the damage was done mostly to your lower back, you can just roll your shirt up into a bikini type thing. That means either me or my mother will change them." I tug on his arm and he sits beside me again. I put my head on his chest and look up into his eyes. He brushes a few loose hairs from my face and looks right back into mine. He kisses my forehead and I nuzzle my way into his side. His strong arm wraps around me and secures me. I fall asleep but my sleep isn't dreamless. I begin to dream of the fire.

Heat is coming at me from every direction. Flames lick my body tauntingly. I start toward my door but a fiery wall vehemently pushes me back. I feel my leg burn and feel the skin bubble up. A support beam falls on my back over and over again, as if I'm pushing the rewind button on a DVD. On the beam's last hit, it uses about double the force and I hear myself cry out.

"Shh," Peeta cooes. "It's okay, baby. You're fine. Shh." He rocks me back and forth and I begin to sob into his shirt. He kisses my head and continues to coo. My sobs turn into a slow flow of tears and my slow flow of tears turn into gasps for breath. "You're okay, Kat. Calm down, hon. You have to breath." I try to slow my rapid breathing and make it equal to Peeta's steady inhalation. Soon, my breathing is almost back to normal. "Did you have a nightmare?" Peeta asks quietly. I nod and curl into a ball against him. I'm scared to sleep so I don't. "Talk to me," I order.

"What do you want me to talk about?" he asks.

"Your favorite subject," I say.

"Well, I know what my favorite subject is," he tells me. "You."

"Peeta," I groan.

"Do you want me to lie?" he asks. I shake my head. "I didn't think so. You risked your life for your mother and sister. You worried about them before your own injuries. When you were on fire, you moved to them before collapsing. You took care of your sister when your mom shut the world out. You provided for your family even when they couldn't give anything back. You've done everything possible for them."

"You make me seem like such a great person," I sigh. "Look at the bad stuff. I screamed at my mother when she wouldn't speak. It's probably my fault the house burned and I didn't even have a backup plan for a situation like this."

"Katniss, you had reason to yell at your mother. You have no idea whose fault it is. For all we know, someone could've dropped a lit cigarette. You shouldn't be the one to have a backup; your mom should do that. Stop blaming yourself for other peoples' mistakes."

"I'm worthless but Prim and Mom have li-" I'm silenced when Peeta presses his lips to mine, holding me tightly.

"You are not worthless to me, Katniss Everdeen," he whispers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I murmur. This is where we admit our love for each other; a hospital. Me, covered in burns and bruises and Peeta, sleep deprived and sick with worry. I slip into that dreamless sleep I've been craving and wake up some time around dawn with Peeta still beside me. I remember today I get to go home. No, not home, I think. Your home is gone. Peeta must feel me stirring against him because he wakes up, too. "Good morning, gorgeous," he whispers.

"Morning" is the only word that escapes my lips because I'm still quite tired.

"We get to leave today." He says we like he had to stay through these days. I know he felt like he had to and I like having him with me.

"You didn't have to stay with me," I tell him.

"Of course I did. I would've missed you too much," he says.

"Have you been at school?" I ask.

"The night of the fire was Thursday so I only missed one day," he responds.

"Good. Have Mom and Prim gone out to buy new clothes?"

"I believe so. One of our mothers will take you once you heal some."

"To be honest, I don't really care about new clothes. What's today?"

"Sunday," he informs me.

"Do I have to go to school tomorrow?"

"You'll be off this whole week and more if needed," he says. "I'll be off some of those days to stay with you."

"You don't have to," I say, even though I really want him to stay.

"I'm staying and that's that," he says firmly. A nurse walks in and when she finds we're awake she wants to change my bandages. Peeta goes and waits outside.

"Are you excited about leaving?" the nurse asks.

"Yeah but it's going to be hard living in someone else's home," I tell her.

"I understand," she says. "I can tell Peeta really cares about you."

"I know. He's a really good person." She finishes up my bandages and hands me a baggy navy blue t-shirt and some huge khakis.

"We're going to put you in these oversized clothes so they won't hurt your burns," she informs me as another nurse walks in to help get me dressed. They scoot me to the edge of the bed and put the shirt on me. They slide the pants onto my legs as far as they can go and then I slowly stand and drop into them. They tighten the pants on my waist and I sit back down. Peeta comes in and tells me we'll leave in an hour. My mom and Prim come in to say hi.

"Hi Kat," Prim says with a smile.

"Hey Little Duck," I say. "How've you been?"

"Fine," she says. "How 'bout you?"

"A bit better," I say, turning to look at Mom. "Have you guys gone shopping?"

"Yes. Prim and I got some new things," she tells me.

"Peeta already updated me on just about everything," I say. "Will you be riding with me to his house?"

"If you want us to," she says.

"I want you to. You can tell about all my bandages and stuff," I say.

"Okay, we'll come," Mom says.

One hour later….

Peeta supports a good portion of my weight as we walk to the car. He says he would carry me if it weren't for my back. He pulls the car door open and helps me in. Prim and Mom sit in the back and Peeta drives. Within 10 minutes, we're at the Mellark residence.