I stare at him for so long that my eyes burn and I have to blink multiple times to seek relief, and while doing that, tears squeeze out.

He smiles lightly and beckons me forward with his index finger. I stand up and walk over to him. His smile makes me start to cry.

What else does he not remember?

When I stand in front of him, his hands land softly on my hips and he pulls me down to his lap.

He kisses my lips briefly and then kisses away my tears. "I'm sorry this happened to you." He whispers. He grabs my bad arm gently and kisses the wrapped up part, right over the cut. Then he laughs softly. "I'm just kidding by the way. The only thing I don't remember is you coming to California."

My anger soars.

"You lied?" I hiss.

He shrugs. "It was a stupid idea." I scramble off his lap. "Damn right it was a stupid idea! Why the hell would you lie about that! Since when is that funny? What's your problem?"

"I just-"

"Why the HELL would you even THINK that would be funny? Huh? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that? It's not funny Peeta, it's not funny!" My voice rose to a shout and dropped to a whisper at the end and when I said funny the last time my voice cracked.

And then the tears start flowing. "Why'd you do that Peeta, why'd you do that?"

He feels terrible and I can tell.

Good.

"I don't understand why you thought that was okay!" I shout through the tears.

"Katniss remember that you were crying because you thought he wasn't going to wake up? He's awake." Dad says.

He's basically telling me to obsess over him instead of scream at him.

Peeta looks like he feels so bad.

"Why'd you come here? What happened to you?"

"Let's go downstairs." I mumble. I'm not very happy right now and I really need to be alone but I want him with me.

Technically that isn't alone, but I want to be alone with him. "Okay." He agrees.

I pull him to his feet.

Mom looks over my shoulder at Peeta and then at me. "I'm coming down there in an hour to check on both of your stitches. You two better be decent. I don't want to be scarred seeing my daughter-never mind."

She is so embarrassing.

"If we were going to have sex I would warn you guys not to bug us." I grab Peeta's hand and pull him downstairs.

He lets me push him down on the bed, and he scoots back against the wall and pats his lap. I sit down and cross my legs. They're pushing against his abdomen.

"What happened?" He asks.

"What is the very last thing you remember?"

He thinks real hard.

"Waking up to screaming yesterday morning."

"Okay..." I bite my lip. "Well…you called me."

"I did? Are you sure?"

"Peeta, let me finish, okay?"

He lets out a long breath. "Okay."

"Alright…so…you called me and you were really upset and you said you were leaving. You said that you weren't done with the fighting and you, Rye and Graham where going to your house for the holidays. I told you that that wasn't family. My grandma invited you to come to Maine and you did. When you got there I was arguing with Prim and you tapped my shoulder and I didn't know it was you and I kept ignoring. I found out it was you. We hugged for a while. Rye and Graham started arguing and you got upset and went outside. My Grandma's house is on a cliff and half of the porch hangs off of the cliff." He flinches, because I think he knows what's coming. "It's a rocky cliff and theres a ledge. We were talking when you looked all serious and you told me to move over. You wouldn't even move. You got really scared. I moved over and the side of the porch hanging off the cliff collapsed. You…you went with it. You hit your head really, really hard on a rock, but you landed on the ledge. I screamed and I went crazy and I climbed down the side of the cliff. I fell and cut my arm but you were out cold. Mom stitched you up and we decided to come here because it could get worse."

He stares at me. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

"Why are you sorry?" I search his eyes.

"I-I…" he probably doesn't even know. He sighs in frustration and then starts kissing me.

I try to use some willpower to get him to stop but I haven't got any.

I do end up finding some, though. "Peeta," I whimper, placing my hands on his chest. "We can't."

"I know."

"Peeta I was so scared." I whisper, and I must sound like a little girl. "I thought I was never going to see those blue eyes. You promised you'd be here and you almost broke your promise."

"Almost," He whispers. "But I didn't. I'm going to be here for you forever, even if my heart is no longer beating."

"Forever?" I ask. He places his hands on my cheeks.

"Forever, Katniss. I promise."