Cato

I stayed by her side, numb to everything going on around me. The rebels fought off the peacekeepers quickly while I put my hands on her wounds, willing her to keep breathing.

There were three holes, all through and through. One in her left shoulder and then one farther down, above her right hip. The last one was on her left side, closer to the end of her ribcage.

A warm presence sat down next to me and barked orders at the men in tattered clothing behind. The peacekeeper helicopter was shot down, and landed our small cabin. The cabin where we kissed for the last time, I thought as my tears hit her cheeks.

Moments later, a small hovercraft pulled the rebels aboard and I stayed with Katniss until a hoard of people in white came down with a stretcher.

Once inside, I could only hear the sound of my pulse as I hovered over her. The untrained doctors looked over her small frame and knotted their eyebrows together.

Gale pulled me away from her as they took the woman I loved away from me. I screamed and only saw them standing over her.

"She'll be okay." Gale said in a soft voice. I kept my eyes locked on the small portion of her feet that I could see. I didn't protest when two other men roughly grabbed my hands behind my back and shoved me the ground. I didn't fight, I couldn't. If Katniss died, I would have no will to survive anymore.

Gale came up and put a small needle in my arm and I immediately felt drowsy. I passed out on the floor.

When I came to, I was sitting in a small chamber, no more than seven feet across. It was dark and my hands were still cuffed. Katniss's name rang through my head. Where was she? Was she alive?

The damp, dark room held no answer. I worried in and out for many hours. I spent what seemed to be days down in that horrible place. I was awake for about twelve hours at a time and then slept twelve hours. There was no break in darkness and the only clues I had were the trays of food that arrived every twenty four hours or so. I never ate, I didn't have the strength to.

I could feel myself getting skinny. I didn't care. I knew that if Katniss died then I would not last either. There were animals like that in the wild. I'd read a story about an owl, who mated for life. But when his mate died, he turned away from the world and eventually died a few days later.

I hoped that somehow my body knew she was still alive, because if she wasn't, somehow my body would sense that my other half was gone and close up just like the owl's had. At least, that was what I told myself.

I knew that I had no reason to live, if not for her. I was a monster without her. She made me believe that I was a victim of the games, but without her, I knew the truth.

I was a monster who killed innocent children without a second glace, and I had to pay. I didn't deserve such a wonderful creature as Katniss Everdeen.

The only reason I kept waking up was because I knew that somewhere, somehow, she might be alive. If I knew anything about Katniss, I knew she was a fighter. I knew she was somewhere close by, fighting for her life. And I hoped she hadn't given up like I had.

Author's Note

Wow! You guys are reviewing like crazy on this! I got woken up in the middle of the night after posting on the last chapter because my email sent all of the messages to my phone! And don't worry. I'm not as heartless as to kill of Katniss, so stop cussing me out about it! I am not that mean lol. Please make me wake up in the middle of the night again! It makes me smile to know you guys enjoy this!