Katniss
The rain still pelted against the windows as I made my way up the stairs to the room where Prim was staying. I knocked lightly on the door and waited for an answer. The door opened with a whoosh. It was then that the thought hit me that she may have been asleep. That was certainly how I dealt with my issues.
"I didn't wake you up did I Prim?" she shook her head.
"No. I wasn't asleep." She opened the door wider and I slipped in and sat on the bed.
"Are you okay?" I said then laughed a little. Prim glanced at me and raiser her brow.
"I'm sorry; it's just that you always used to be the one that said it, so caring so gentle. Even when you were hurting it was always the same. Take care of Mom, Katniss and Buttercup then I'll worry about me." Prim sighed.
"Why can't I just remember?"
"You will, in time." I took Prim's hand and pulled her down next to me on the bed. If I had thought she was grown up a year ago she was even more so now. I hate it; the fact that she has missed out on her childhood. She lost her father, and then her mother slipped into a coma like state. She had been near starvation more times than I would have liked to admit. If it hadn't been for Peeta mother and Prim would be dead. If it hadn't been for Peeta, I wouldn't be alive. Since I've returned to District 12 I've tried to avoid going back into the horrible times; although I see them in my nightmares almost every night. How did Peeta keep loving me; through it all? When he knew I didn't feel the same. After the first games and all I went through with Gale. Knowing that I cared for him; might have even wanted a life with him though I would have been hard pressed to explain why; and when. He had still tried to protect me even while he was in the capitols clutches; In Snows hands. Even while I was the Mockingjay, making Propos that every time one aired he was punished for. Even when he was out of his mind he warned us.
'Dead by morning'
He had fought through the jumbled haze in his mind and managed to save thousands with his warning; even though his blood had been splattered on the floor. When I had reached for that pill he had stopped me and I had bit into his hand rather than the pill. I still find it hard to understand why he stopped me. How even though his brained was in a war his old self slipped into the present long enough to stop me when I'm sure his mind was saying otherwise. Because he still loved me somewhere deep down inside. Now I was married to him. I know I will never be worthy of him if I lived a thousand sinless lives. But somehow he wants me. I can hear him; he's baking, probably his delicate cookies with their dandelion patterned frosting. I smile when I think about him. Suddenly a wave of dizziness hits me like that wave in the Quarter Quell and I fall to the floor scraping my elbow on the side table and hitting my head on the floor. A cry of 'Katniss' reaches me just a second before Prim's fingers. I lie on the floor for a moment trying to access what just happened. My ears against the floor and I can hear glass clanging against the kitchen sink, then pounding footsteps on the stairs. I feel far off, like things that are said a minute ago are just now reaching my ears and things that are happening are in real time.
"Peeta! Peeta!" cries Prim. It just now trickled its way down into my eardrum. Now Peeta's picking me up off the floor and lying me on the bed. He's touching my face, my arms and my legs checking for injuries.
"You're bleeding." Prim exclaims.
"Downstairs in a cabinet by the sink is a first aid kit -." Before he can even finish she's rushing down the stairs to retrieve it.
"Are you okay Katniss." Is it just me or am I having more 'Damsels in distress' moments than usual? Peeta's going to get tired of this. I voice the earlier thought to him in answer.
"Well then it's a good thing you have a knight and in case you haven't noticed it's me." He says and kisses me lightly on the forehead. I can't help but laugh which sends off another round of dizziness so I voice the later thought.
"I could never get tired of saving you Katniss. We both know we'd do it for each other. I'm just glad I still have you Katniss."
Prim's back in the room now with the first aid kit. She must have had to search because she didn't wait to hear the rest of the directions. Or at least that's what I think before she shoos Peeta aside and holds up a flashlight to look in my eyes for what reason I have no idea. She then feels around my head and ask me a few questions like what my name was, my birthday, favorite color, those sorts of things. She nods her head as if checking off a mental checklist of all the correctly answered questions even though she doesn't know any of the answers but I just play along and let her doctor me. When she's finished with my head and confirmed I don't have another concussion-I've had plenty of those, I'd rather not have another-she moves on to my bleeding elbow. She cleans it and makes sure there are no splinters of wood in the gash before wrapping it in gauze and then a piece of cloth. Finished with her work she stands and orders me to rest in bed while she goes and makes me soup. I don't have a cold I think to myself. Peeta's sitting back beside me now holding my hand and asking how I feel now. I'm just about to assure him I'm fine when it hits me. I just saw the old Prim; The healer one, the one who could handle the injured and sick without fainting, running away or vomiting. That right there was Prim. Suddenly I feel like vomiting myself but I hold back the urge because I don't want to worry Peeta. Is it possible my sister might make a full recovery? Suddenly it seems like a close enough possibility like the low hanging clouds in the sky you sometimes think you can touch or the rainbow you think you can reach if you just run fast enough.