I try to roll off the couch but he pins me down, there's a jab in my arm and I yelp. He talks into the phone again, what did he give me?
"Yes ma'am. . . how long will it take? . . . Ok, I'll call you back then." He hangs up and kneels beside me on the couch.
"It's ok, Katniss. It's just to help with the pain and to let you sleep. I'm right here with you. I'm not leaving," he strokes my hair caringly, "your mom's coming to help take care of you." I panic at his last statement. My mom? No, she can't come. I can't see her. I don't want to.
"No."
"No what?"
"Mom. No," I hate even calling her my mother.
"Katniss, she's the best doctor any of us know. Would you prefer a stranger take care of you?" I'd prefer to be left alone. I'd prefer to have been left in the woods. I'd prefer that I had never been the Mockingjay, that there had never been a war. It's costed so much.
A wave of fatigue hits me and I roll away from Peeta, not wanting to look at him. I'm mad at him I decide.
"I- I'm sorry what I said before. I realize that we need each other more than anything. I- I'm just so scared of what I might do to you. . ." his words trail off, whether he's stopped talking or I can't hear him anymore I'm not sure. Black spots begin to invade my vision and I feel a light peck on my cheek. The last thing I remember thinking is wishing it had been on my lips.
I watch as the fight drains out of Katniss. I sigh as I move a hair from her face. This is all my fault, if I hadn't said those things to her before she wouldn't be hurt. But what if I had another flashback and had hurt her during it? I think that no matter what I did she would have gotten hurt.
I remember the panic in Katniss' eyes as I told her that her mother was coming, why was she so upset suddenly? Haymitch told me that Mrs. Everdeen went to district four to work at the hospital and he had said that Katniss was upset. Just like when her husband died it seemed that Mrs. Everdeen was falling into a deep depression and is leaving her only daughter to fend for herself. Both of them lost something on that awful day in the Capitol but they refuse to talk about it. Refuse to grieve together. Some days Katniss pretends Prim is still alive. It probably isn't a healthy method of coping but on those days I don't have the heart to tell her the awful truth.
Her mom is coming over on the first train, she told me to keep Katniss calm and still while we wait for her arrival so that Katniss doesn't worsen any of her injuries. I can only hope that she doesn't have any nightmares in her drug induced sleep, then what would I do? I doubt I could wake her up, I might even make things worse by trying to shake her awake. I let out another sigh. Like Haymitch, I need a drink.
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