A/N: Hello! The response to the last chapter was brilliant and really helped encourage me write this so quickly, so thank you! I loved writing this chapter, I think it could be my favourite yet. I hope you all enjoy! Warning; a lot happens!

One week.

Two weeks.

Three weeks.

One month passes with no word from Peeta. Two days after Prim's birthday I had sent a small photograph of all of us to Peeta. Effie had taken the picture on her fancy camera, and Prim insisted I send it. I was sure he would have been ecstatic with it, and would have replied immediately but nothing.

I send a new letter every week, each one just 3 lines long;

Peeta,
Where are you?
Katniss

I spend the entire month worrying, I cannot eat and my nightmares are filled with images of Peeta surrounded by flames. Prim is beside herself with worry, I know I should be strong for her but I cannot cope with the thought of losing Peeta.

The news comes on a weekday, we are sitting eating dinner in silence when there is a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Effie calls, jumping up. "I ordered some material from the city, hopefully it's finally here."
I barely listen to her and continue rearranging the potatoes and peas on my plate.
We hear Effie talking, then after a couple of minutes she returns, followed by a teenage boy in an army uniform. Her face is pale behind her make-up.
"Haymitch Abernathy?" The boy asks. "I'm afraid I have some bad news concerning your nephew."
I drop my fork on my plate, causing everyone to stare at me. "Peeta?"
The soldier nods. "Yes, Peeta Mellark. His squad were targeted in a bomb attack. He has been badly injured, he is on a train, with other injured soldiers, here. I was sent to tell you so you can prepare for his arrival."
A million questions fly through my mind.
Haymitch follows the soldier out of the kitchen and to the door where they talk in hushed voices. I hear the door shut, then Haymitch returns.
"Effie can you prepare the guest room on the third floor for Peeta? And Prim go get the bandages and any other first aid stuff from the bathroom." He orders. They immediately run of to do as he says, leaving just the two of us in the room.
"You should go to bed, Katniss. It'll be a long day tomorrow." He squeezes my arm before turning to leave the room. "He'll be okay sweetheart."

I wake early the next morning, and wonder about feeling useless. I try to help Effie sort the room, but her mindless chatter soon drives me out. It is noon when the small ambulance arrives. Haymitch demands that we all go wait in the drawing room until Peeta is settled, I reluctantly do so, but cannot resist peeking out of the window. All I can see is Haymitch and some nurses. I groan and pace the room nervously.
"Calm down Katniss." Prim says. "He's safe."
I nod and sit down, but jump up again less than a minute later. Voices float through the house, the only one I recognise is Haymitch's.

After the longest twenty minutes of my life, Haymitch sticks his head through the door. "Katniss, he wants to see you."
I practically sprint out of the room and up the stairs.
"Now Katniss, he's not the same as he was before. Prepare yourself, don't get upset, I don't want you upsetting him." Haymitch warns, before opening the door.
I nod and take a deep breath then step into the room.

He is lying propped up on some cushions, his face is visibly thinner and he has some cuts, but I can see nothing drastically wrong with him. He still looks like my Peeta.
Before I can think, I run across the room and into his open arms.
He hugs me tightly then looks me over. "You've lost weight. Aren't you feeding her?" He asks Haymitch.
"She was so worried about you she stopped, so blame yourself before blaming me." Haymitch scolds, although there is a small smile on his face. "I'll leave you two alone. Call me if you need anything."
When he leaves I hug Peeta again. I feel like if I let go I would lose him forever. "I was so worried when you stopped writing me. What happened?"
"I'm sorry." He apologises. "I wasn't allowed to write back, I loved the picture you sent me though. It gave me hope, thank you."
"It was Prim's idea." I reply shyly. I want to ask how he is hurt, but I'm worried I'll upset him. "How was your journey."
"Uncomfortable." Peeta shrugs. "The thought of seeing you again made it easier though."
I give a small smile. "Are you tired? I could leave you alone if you want."
"No! Please don't leave. I'm sick of lying around all day!" He groans.
"We could go for a walk if you like? I suggest. "The grounds are beautiful."
Peeta's face falls. "Didn't Haymitch tell you what happened?"
I shake my head, dreading what he will say next.
"They had to amputate my leg, Katniss."

We sit in silence as I think over what he has said. The amputation itself doesn't bother me, it's the thought of what my poor Peeta has went through.
"Say something?" Peeta begs.
"Does it hurt?" I want to kick myself, of course it hurts.
"Just a tad." He smiles sadly at me. "I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."
"No! Not at all!"
He shakes his head. "Don't worry Katniss, I understand, it's horrible."
I know I have to reassure him, but I don't know what to do. I'm no good with words.
"You can go now if you want." Peeta continues.
There is only one thing I can think of to show him that it doesn't bother me, but I have no idea how to do it. I shut my eyes tightly and fling myself forward then place my lips between his.

"Well, well, well. This must be the famous Miss Everdeen." The door has opened and an unfamiliar man is standing watching us with a smirk on his face.
Peeta groans, but there is a smile on his face. "Katniss, meet Finnick Odair."

A/N: Yay Finnick! Yay Everlark kisses!