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Chapter 4

I don't remember much about what I did. I was acting off of adrenaline and impulse. I do remember a few things. I remember lunging towards Peeta, knocking the knife out of his hands. I remember picking up his limp body after he passed out and running to find Haymitch and Prim. So now I sit by his side, back in District 13, where his neck is getting blood returned to it. He should survive. At least, that's what his doctors say.

I hold his hand. He's unconscious, but I stay by him. He's been in a coma for two days and I haven't left his side since. I can't leave. He's always been there for me, and I'm not abandoning him now. I've heard that people in comas can hear what people say, so I experiment.

"Peeta, can you hear me? If you can, I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. You're my everything. I've never really loved anyone before I met you. I thought that I would be forever free. But then I met you. And now, with your death a possibility, I want you even more. I love you, Peeta. I love you so much. I can't imagine a world without you," I cry into Peeta's chest. His heart is beating faintly. He has to wake up. I will die if he dies. I may not physically die, but my spirit will.

He moves his arm a centimeter, but at least he moved! That has to be a good sign! It has to mean that he will survive! Doctors rush in and make sure that he's okay, but he's better than okay.

His blonde eyelashes flutter open. He looks around, confused. He sees me and his face lights up. He exclaims, "Katniss!" He tries to sit up, but is still tired.

"Peeta, I'm here. I'm here," I say, kissing his forehead.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for being so upset. I wasn't thinking," Peeta begins.

"Peeta, how do you think I felt after my father died? I contemplated suicide. But the important thing is that you're here and alive. I love you," I smile on that last part.

"I love you, too. I will always love you," Peeta says, raising a hand and cupping it around my face. "You're beautiful," he whispers.

"I don't deserve you. You're too good. I'm awful," I say.

"Don't say those things. You're the best person I know," Peeta smiles. As we sit there, I realize that we may be happy now, but there are always worse things to come.

A/N: Sorry for the bad chapter! Again, I'm sick, so give me a break. Review?