Hello again! Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! They really keep my going. I hope that those how reviewed are still reading and that you like this chapter!

Clove's POV

Still clutching my head, I stumble out of my room into the kitchen looking for an aspirin. The time on the microwave told me it was 5:23 and for god's sake, I was hoping it was AM. I grab a bottle of aspirin and somehow manage to set myself on the barstool which I fall off of when someone behind me clears their throat.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Clove! I was just… are you hungover?" Cato nervously rambles on as he helps me back on my chair. I shake the bottle was if to say yes but end up cringing at the loud noise of the pills hitting the hard plastic.

"Why are you up so early? The suns not even up yet," I groan and lean against the bench whilst closing me eyes. Rustling and shutting noises find my ears but my eyes are too heavy to open and find out. My head pounds and I try to concentrate by counting the pounds. After about ten pounds, I realise what a stupid fucking idea that is so I stop.

"I um… wanted to leave before you woke up but obviously you had the same idea. Here, drink this," He replies passing me a bottle of water. My brain tries to process this information but in all honesty I can't be fucked. I pretty sure I incoherently mumble a thanks even though he probably didn't hear. Throwing my head back to swallow the tablet, my balance is thrown off and yet again, I'm falling.

And yet again, he caught me.

Cato's POV

Almost on reflex, I catch Clove in my arms again.

She is so small and fragile that I just want to lock her away and stop anything from hurting her. I wonder what happened after I left. Did I hurt her? Well, I can't tell, I mean after all she didn't sell me out when the police asked her. She broke the law doing that, she broke the law for me. Does she care about me? Come on Cato, get a grip. You knew her for what a week and then disappeared for a month. The only reason she remembers you name is because she probably saw all over the tv for the past month.

Realising that she's been in my arms for ages now, so I push her back up on her chair and almost freak out for a second when she doesn't move but then a murmur that slips out of her reassures me.

"Make me breakfast," She mumbles and gives a hand a flick. I stare at her in confusion and my silence makes that clear to her. "You stayed in my house, it's the least you can do," she explains before continuing "Plus, I can't remember where the stove is,"

I have a small chuckle before moving over to the stove and starting to cook.

After about fifteen minutes, I serve Clove a plate of bacon, eggs, sausages and baked beans. The hungover Clove had fallen asleep on the counter, who is then woken up as I place the ceramic bowl on the bench. She scoffed down food just like any typical hungover person.

"So where are you heading?" She asks in-between mouthfuls. The food must be starting to cure her hangover since she can speak as impeccably as always.

"I don't know, I mean like I can't go back to DC. So I guess I'll just lay low somewhere," I answer, eating a piece of bacon that I left for myself, knowing Clove was going to devour all of the food and there would be none left for me. For a minute or two, it was silent except for the sound of Clove's fork scraping at the plate. Eventually she finishes, I can feel hear her look at me. She wants to ask me something and I know exactly what she wants to ask. I look up and see her returning stare, contemplating whether she should ask. And she does.

"Where is she, Cato?" She whispers gingerly.

"She's okay. Ciara's with some family." Is all I say. But it must be enough for her considering she says no more. I look at the clock and read the time. 6:17. I just spent an hour with Clove. I didn't realise how much I missed her. Isn't it ridiculous that I feel this close to her even I probably spent less than 24 hours with her.

"Well, I should probably get going. Sun's coming up," I inform her, knowing if I stay any longer, I won't be able to leave.

She nods and walks me over to the door. I open the door and turn to say goodbye to Clove. Instead of her normal bright eyes, I see a horrified look in them. As I go to wonder why, a sharp pain shots through my stomach and blood stains my shirt. Spots appear before my eyes just before the whole world goes black.

I AM SO SORRY! WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS? IT'S LIKE I JUST HAVE TO KILL HIM EVERY CHAPTER! But I swear it's not what hyou expect! See you guys next week ;)