I wanted to stay and sort everything out, but I guess my feet had other ideas because before I know it, I'm outside of the small asylum. I rub my eyes, trying to focus on my outside surroundings. People were just going about their everyday jobs. Why? Katniss forgot who I was, why hadn't the whole of Panem stopped moving? Tried to help us star-crossed lovers? Then I remembered no one gave a damn about us after the scars of the rebellion had healed. I see a blonde woman waving her arms in front of me, closing in. I squint, trying to make out who this slim figure was. I realise its Delly, who greets me with a flying embrace.
"Peeta! I haven't seen you in ages! I was starting to worry." She pulls back to take a look at me, arm still around my shoulders. I must be crying or something because she just pulls me back into another hug, hushing soothing things until my sobbing ceases. She takes me to a nearby shaded tree, gesturing for me to sit on the wooden bench.
"What's happened?" She asks, the most genuine look spread across her face. That's the thing I loved me most about my old friend, she cared when no one else did.
"K-Katniss," I stutter, starting to tremble. She puts a warm arm around me, calming me down again.
"Let's try again shall we?" she soothes. I nod in response, clearing my husky throat.
"She- She… She doesn't know who I am!" I blurt out, falling into another round of sobs. In the end, we realise me trying to explain the situation without breaking down was near impossible. So I just grab her hand, and pull her back into the sterile building. We make our way back into the examination room where were greeted by the same group of Doctors. For some reason, the receptionist is still there too. Was she qualified too? Unlikely. She probably just felt sorry for us, one of the few that did.
Delly stays with the people in white while I'm ushered back to the glass windowed room, followed by the receptionist. I don't acknowledge her at all though; I just stand in front of the panel which separates me from my wife, not brave enough to open my eyes.
"I'm sorry. Truly, you cannot imagine the sympathy I have for you two." Yes, the receptionists words seem very genuine, but I had never done anything for her. I don't know why, but I laugh. Maybe it was because I didn't believe her or I thought she wanted something from me whilst I was in my fragile state.
"Excuse me?" she spits, spinning me around from the glass. I still don't open my eyes, not wanting to face reality, trying to wake from this terrible nightmare.
"Excuse. Me!" she says, a little more firmly. Wake up Peeta. Your dreaming, she still loves you, this isn't real.
I had never been slapped before, but boy, did it hurt! I can feel my heart in my cheek as I clasp my face tightly in my hands. My tear make me eyes sting too, or maybe her nail just scratched me? What was up with this woman!
"Your not the only one to have gone through this! How about you listen to what I have to say before you start jumping to conclusions!" She yells.
"Wait," I say, my hand still cupping my cheek, "what?"
