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They sat on her bed, both lost in their own little worlds. Her tears had long since dried up, and she had slipped into an almost comatose state. He on the other hand, was going through his memories, trying to figure out what was real. He still couldn't believe that he had another brother who had died to save him.

According to the article Haymitch had given them, the drug that did this to them altered your memories, creating another world. It was a little unnerving to think that everything they knew wasn't real. Peeta couldn't even remember how long he had been in this place. It was as if he had no sense of time. He turned to regard the woman beside him. Her eyes were slightly glazed over and she was hugging her knees to her chest. It hurt Peeta to see her like this, but he had no idea to make her feel better.

After nearly twenty minutes of staring at her she finally turned to him, "Do you think Prim is okay?"

Peeta shrugged, "I honestly don't know. She is probably doing better than us right now."

Katniss nodded, "I need to win Peeta. I need to get back to her."

Peeta's eyes went wide, "What are you talking about Katniss?" Her bloodshot eyes were dilated and she was shaking slightly.

"The games Peeta. I know that there can only be one winner, but I need to make sure that it is me. I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my sister."

Peeta got up from the bed and knelt down in front of her. He gently picked her hands up off of her lap and held them in his own, "Katniss, the games aren't real. Don't you remember Haymitch telling us about my brother?" He didn't want to mention Prim and have her break down again, "We're in a mental institution Katniss."

She began looking around the room and Peeta could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes. Without warning, he found himself flying across the room. She upturned the bed and started screaming something about snow. His eyes were pulled to the door which Gale and Cinna just entered through. They were holding a syringe and he was helpless to do anything other than watch. Cinna tried to be gentle with her, but she was stronger than she looked. Finally, Gale tackled her down to the ground allowing Cinna to sedate her.

Peeta could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Her eyes finally flickered shut and her body relaxed. "Peeta, are you alright?" Cinna asked.

Peeta managed a nod. He needed to see Haymitch. He wanted to know if she would be okay and if he would end up the same way. "Is Haymitch here?"

Gale answered him, "He's in his office right now."

Cinna offered him a hand, "Would you like me to take you down there?"

Once again Peeta nodded, "Yes, please."

Haymitch ran his hands over his face. So far it had been a long day. A knock at the door made him groan slightly, but he called for them to come in anyway. Peeta entered and sank down into one of the available chairs. His face was pale and the light that usually shined in his eyes was gone. "Peeta, is everything okay?"

Peeta shook his head and closed his eyes, "She started talking about having to win the games so that she could go home to her sister. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't real, but that only seemed to make things worse." He took a deep breath and his blue eyes landed on Haymitch, "Will that happen to me too? Are we ever going to get better?"

Haymitch wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn't lie to the kid. The truth was that he had no idea. "Peeta, you have to understand something. You and Katniss are the first ones to ever come out of this and…"

Peeta cut him off, "But in the article, it said that most kids snap out of it fairly quickly. Why did she start talking like that again? It's not like we took the stupid drug again so why?"

"Most kids do return to normal after the effects of the drug have worn off, but for a few…there has been no cure. They are trapped in the world that the drug created for them. I believe it has to do with a person's experiences. All of the cases that I have encountered, including you, have had horrific or tragic things occur in their lives. I don't know why she would start regressing, but it might have just been an episode. We will have to see what happens when she wakes up." Peeta stood to leave, but Haymitch called out to him one last time, "Peeta, she will be okay." He didn't respond, just turned for the door and let himself out.

Cinna sat next to Katniss for a while as she slept. She was constantly tossing and turning, and her body would spasm every once in a while. Eventually, they had to strap her down for fear of her hurting herself or others. Haymitch had joined him for a little while before his group session and Peeta had asked to see her as well, but Haymitch wouldn't allow it. He was worried about Katniss' reaction if she woke up.

After hours of restless sleep he saw her eyes begin to flutter. He wanted her to see a friendly face when she finally opened her eyes, so he took her hand in his and leaned forward. A few minutes passed before her gray eyes opened and focused on him. "Hello, Katniss. How are you feeling?"

A tear slipped from her eye and slid down her cheek before landing on her pillow, "I don't know what's real."

He wiped the wetness from her cheek with his finger, "I know sweetheart, but I promise that Dr. Abernathy is trying to help you, and I will help you in any way that I can."

"Where's Peeta?"

Cinna smiled, "He is in group therapy right now. He wanted to be here with you, but Dr. Abernathy wasn't sure how you would react when you woke up. If you want, I can see if he can come in when he's done."

"Please," she whispered.

Cinna was use to her strong will and fiery personality so to hear her speak in such a timid voice was disheartening, "Of course sweetheart. I'll be back soon." She looked so small and helpless at the moment that Cinna could feel his heart break for her. When he closed the door behind him he could hear her break down into quiet sobs.

Peeta left the group therapy session with the urge to punch someone. Haymitch asked him to remain quiet about what he knew, but it was hard when Rue was cuddling up to his side asking why Katniss wasn't here. Her sweet, innocent little face was filled with sorrow at the absence of her friend. This of course caused Glimmer and Clove to harass her. Thresh and Peeta were able to make them back off, but she wanted Katniss.

He asked Haymitch if he could bring Rue along to see her, but he said that it would be better if he went alone right now. The last thing they needed was for Katniss to freak out on Rue. He raised his hand and softly knocked on the door, waiting for Katniss to tell him it was okay. He barely heard her call for him to come in and once he opened the door and saw her he immediately went to her side. In the short time that she had been here, he had never seen her look so meek. She was almost childlike, the way that she curled into his side; it reminded him of Rue earlier.

He held her for a while before she broke the silence, "My sister is dead, real or not real?"

He sighed and squeezed her closer. His voice was rough and all he could manage was a weak, "Real."