(Okay the last chapter and this chapter should seem a little familiar but I am trying to lead up to something very important but I am going to mix some stuff up.)

We had finally found shelter in a cave that wasn't far from the stream Peeta is getting worse I don't know what to do I look down at my locket and pendent I had to combine it to let me be able to take it in the games every time I looked at it, it gave me faith, ideas or some kind of gift but this time there was nothing but defeat.

I had gotten him wrapped up in my sleeping bag, and have gotten him to drink water but he refuses to eat anything even the fever pills we got from our sponsor's I have to force him and that's a big problem for both of us, but I had at least gotten him to sleep and that was alright I guess I had gotten myself to eat some fruit I had found from the woods, I find myself distracted by the outside when I see a larger silver container land, some part of me knows it isn't medicine, it's broth I guess this might be easy to get into Peeta's stomach, but wait it couldn't be any more clearer if it was written on my palm what Haymitch was telling us if we want anything else we definitely have to start acting like the so called star-crossed lovers from District 12, it was the only way I could keep Peeta alive.

"Peeta," I kiss his forehead lightly, gently laying my palm on his scorching cheek.

"Look at what we got from our lovely mentor," I roll my eyes Peeta instantly gets the whole message realizing our roles in the games to stay alive.

"How are you feeling?" I feel his forehead again it is blazing causing me to flinch at the touch but I don't draw my hand away.

"I'm fine," he mumbles pushing the pot away.

"No you're not; you need to eat so please Peeta for me," I say taking his hand into mine he gives me a unreadable look but reaches out for the pot I feel a slight smile form on my face and even in his condition he returns it with a slight laugh before finally giving in I let him rest some more until he refuses to sleep any longer.

"Rest, Melody I can tell you haven't had much sleep."

"I'm okay," I say it couldn't have been more of a lie I could pass out at any moment.

"Yah right now go to sleep, I'll wake you if anything happens." I give in it is way too hot right now for the sleeping bag so I just lay on top of the soft cloth It makes me wonder how Peeta has been able to bear it, Peeta was next to me leaned against the wall staring down at me lovingly, playing with my hair with such ease it didn't take long for me to fall asleep, but I sleep way to long I know that when I wake up and I notice it has turned into nightfall.

"How long did I sleep, and why didn't you wake me up?" I raise my voice slightly giving him a glare.

"You looked so peaceful I couldn't dare," I lighten up a bit he looks sicker but says he has been drinking plenty of water and eating the left over broth, I give him some fever pills I unwrap his leg and of course it is worse the pus is gone but I can tell right away he had blood poisoning, that's when I hear it like it was right on cue they invite us to a feast at first I entirely forget about it until I hear the words "Each of you need something desperately." "Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing, for some of you, this will be your last chance."

"Don't even think about it, it's a death trap." Peeta says and I took that time to notice how pale he looks.

"Well I am going to make it out of here with you so I am going to do what I please," I give him another glare a sterner one.

"Fine then I'm going too," he says straightening up a bit.

"I can't just sit here and watch you die," I look down at my hands that are playing with the seams of the sleeping bag.

"I promise not to if you promise not to leave," his hand is reaching out for mine I can't even think straight but are hands do embrace.

I make him some soup and watch him eat it; I can't help thinking how bad he is so I try not to but if he dies I could never live with myself I would be so upset I would be an easy target, so I find myself back outside almost missing the little parachute my heart drops as I identify the cheap sleeping medicine but if I could get this into Peeta I could still go to the feast so I mash it up into berries it is very important he doesn't know my plan. It takes a while for me to explain myself but as he took the last spoon it dawns on him I clamp my hand over his mouth so he can't spit them out.

"I did this for your own good Peeta, you will understand when we get crowned please forgive me," I wipe his face gently looking at him with sadness then give him a soft kiss on the lips there is something so normal about it like we have kissed a thousand times before but there was also somewhat of a spark I had never really felt before.