I land with a loud thump and scream on impact. I hear a crack and I'm fairly sure I've broken something. I'm still for a moment before I realize I need to move, I need to get help. I roll onto my left side, a wave of pain rippling through me by the small action. I try to stand and scream when I put weight on my left ankle. When my leg was burned in the games I could put up with it but this pain- this pain is different. The pain goes through my entire body and I fall back to the ground, tears appearing in my eyes. What has happened to me? When did I become so weak? If I had the energy I could try to crawl away but I don't. I'm drained. Besides, what do I have to go back to? Peeta doesn't want me, my mother doesn't care about me and Prim. Prim is dead because of me. I have nothing. I try to get into a comfortable position but quickly give up when I feel pain no matter how I lay.

"You told her what?"

"I said it would be better if we didn't see each other," I reply calmly, unlike Haymitch.

"And how long ago was this?!" I swallow nervously.

"When I woke up so, I don't know, five hours? Six?"

"And you haven't thought to tell me till now?!"

"N-no," it hadn't at all crossed my mind to let Haymitch know about our. . . disagreement.

"Kid, she's been gone for hours! She's not in her house, she's not at mine or yours, I've asked around town and no one's seen her." I suddenly feel very worried. Why am I worried? This is what I wanted, for Katniss to stay away from me. I guess a part of me misses her, I'm not sure which part of me it is. The old Peeta, the one that wasn't tainted by the Capitol?

"The woods. She's in the woods," I look up at him, scared. He nods.

"Yes, I bet she is. I'll go to town and ask people to help us search. Are you going to come?"

"I- I don't think I should. This. . . whole thing is my fault," I look down at the ground.

"All the more reason to help fix it," he pats my shoulder before pulling his coat on and going out the door.

When I hear leaves crunching I'm sure the dogs have come to finish me off. I don't know where my bow is and I certainly don't have the strength to fight them off.

"Katniss!?" Just like that I'm back in the Games. I'm injured and the careers, joined by Peeta, are hunting me down. To kill me. I force myself to move, to use the last of my strength to crawl away. I groan and strain with the effort but I'm sure they already know where I am, they're just toying with me.

"Katniss!" They call again.

"Over here!" A familiar voice calls and a flashlight blinds me, preventing me from seeing who it is. I curl up in a small ball despite the pain. It's the only thing I can do to protect myself.

Leaves crunch beside me and I know they really have found me. I wait for the final blow to come but it doesn't.

"Katniss- what hurts?" I open my eyes to find blue ones filled with fear looking right back at me. Blue eyes that can only belong to one person. Peeta.

"What happened Kat?" Why is he here? I thought I was never going to see him again! More footsteps approach and Haymitch and some other guys who I've seen around town stand behind Peeta, staring down at me.

"What hurts, Sweetheart?" asks Haymitch.

"Everything, leg, ribs, head."

"Can you walk?"

"No," I say, sounding much too weak for my liking. Peeta lays a hand on my forehead.

"She's hot," hot? That can't be, ever since falling out of the tree I've been freezing. I didn't think to grab my hunting jacket when I ran out.

"She'll need a doctor."

"12 doesn't have one."

"Her mother?"

"She's in 4."

"Then we call her."

Peeta rubs my cheek as the men continue to bicker, "can I pick you up?" He asks softly so the other men can't hear. I want to yell at him, to tell him that no, I don't need help and how dare he ask. That I can take care of myself but I realize I can't at the moment. I nod and wince as the small movement causes me a wave of pain. He picks me up, trying to avoid hurting me further. He carries me bridal style and walks through the crowd of still arguing men.

I must close my eyes because the next time I open them I'm lying on my couch, a warm fire burns in the fireplace. Peeta's on the phone with someone.

"Ya, I have it. . . where? Oh, ok," the room is quiet and when I open my eyes again Peeta is standing over me, a needle in his hand. I scream.

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