Chapter 9

"Ahhh!" Jessie was wincing through gritted teeth. No wonder because my grandma was poking him in the ribbs. I had to turn away. I couldn't handle pain well either. Even if it was my best friend's pain. I heard him cry out in pain again. "Des- Desy!" I had no choice but to turn back to him. He looked at me. He opened his mouth to speak but my grandmother prodded him again. He cried out in pain. Just like that he was unconcious.

"What just happened?" I was holding his hand.

"He was in pain. His body couldn't handle it so he passed out". My grandmother looked up for a few seconds only to see the amount of shock that had registered on my face. "Desy don't worry he'll be fine! Katniss, dear, could you please take her out? She looks pale". My mother nodded and lead my outside. I slid down the side of my house and looked at my mother. I was just waiting for her to say something of comfort.

"Like mother like daughter, like father like son". I cocked my head and waited for her to say something else. "You have a best friend who was wounded and wound up unconcious on my kitchen table just like Gale was". I heard a thud from inside the house. Ben appeared through the door.

"Jessie woke up!" I looked at my mother and we ran inside. I figured out where the thud came from. There was a chair knocked over on the ground.

"Peeta what is going on?" My father was holding down Jessie's arms.

"Oh he kinda panicked a little". Jessie was lying there on the table looking at the celing.

"Why did he panick?" My mother looked at me.

"He is always scared when he wakes up. Ever since his little sister woke up almost dead one morning he panicks when he is woken up suddenly. Even when he just wakes up on his own he usually kicks something". I walked over to him. He was blushing and looked over at me.

"Hey Desy". I waved at him. "Can you please ask your dad to let go of me?" My father looked like he had forgotten he was holding Jessie down. He released him. Jessie was rubbing his wrists. "So my ribs still hurt. Why do they still hurt?" My grandma looked over at him.

"They are broken. They take time to heal".

"Oh". He looked sad. He started to stand up but he stumbled. I reached out to catch him. "Well that's embarassing". He was blushing so much. There was no way he could walk home in this condition. I half walked half carried him up the stairs. I placed him on the bed.

"Are you OK?" He nodded. "I'm just a little cold". I ran to the linnen closet and pulled out a heavy wool blanket. I layed it on him. He pulled it up to his chin. "Thank you". He pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. I nodded again but for what I don't know. I walked down stairs and layed on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.