Hey! I felt like writing today so I updated a chapter for you guys. PLEASE keep the review coming, if not add more! The reviews are what keeps me writing.
I wake up in the hospital.
Again.
I think this might even be the same room. How sad. Just then the same doctor as before walks in.
"Two visits within two hours? Not good, Ms. Everdeen." he sighs, writing something down on a clipboard.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No no, you don't need to explain anything. Somebody already did."
Whats that supposed to mean?
"Anyway, when the young man sqeezed your sides, you practically fainted because of the pain. It was healing quite nicely, actually, but we had to redo everything we did before. We cannot risk infection. We gave you a morphling drip instead of a pill this time because its more powerful for the pain. We still want you here for a little bit though, we just redid the stiches, but we haven't put numbing cream on them so its going to hurt greatly with any sudden movements. We just want you here to rest a little and to put the cream on. Your insurance should cover the bill." he says with a rather blank expression, clearly annoyed with me though. He walks out without another word.
I sigh with frustration. Why the hell is this happening to me? Haven't I had enough pain? Just then, I hear a knock on the door. Oh! Probably another visitor. Maybe it will be Gale so he can poke me in the side with a hot stick some more! I open my mouth to yell at the door, but the visitor walks in without me answering. My eyes widen when I see who it is and I begin to panick.
Its Peeta.
I squirm and wiggle, trying to get out of this hospital bed, and I cry out in pain. I hate myself for it, but I begin to cry in frustration, anger, and embarrassment.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Peeta says softly and rushes to my bedside. I can't take it. I hang my head and cry into the thin hospital blanket, my face and covers being soaked in warm salty tears. I feel someone lightly stroking my hair.
"They must have really hurt you, didn't they?" He whispers softly. I feel him tilt my chin up. "Look at me." He says softly, but I don't look into his eyes. After a few seconds of awkwardness, I just give in and look into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes written with sadness and concern. But no matter what, they always seem to glow.
"Why are you running?" He whispers. I don't answer, I just cast my gaze to the floor.
"Katniss, talk to me." He says quietly, rubbing his fingers through my hair. Why is he doing this? I don't even know the kid. He's acting like a therapist, treating me like a fragile child, and quite frankly, I don't like it.
"It's none of your business." I hiss.
"Actually it is, because you're running from me." He chuckles. I scowl at him before breaking down again. He waits patiently for an answer.
"Because I thought you would think low of me. Spread the word that I'm nothing but a demented, low life drug dealer. And maybe it's true, but-" I start to break down again, salty tears streaming down my face. "But, but-"
"Katniss, do you really think that I would judge you because of something you did because you were forced to?" He nearly yells. "Because I don't! I think you're strong and beau-" he stops and looks away nervously.
Silence.
I decide to break it because I can't keep it in anymore.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
I can't help but laugh a little. Then I go back to the nervousness I felt before, and swallow slowly before talking.
"Why do you care, Peeta?" I ask softly. "Why were you so fixated on finding me, visiting me at the hospital for crying out loud? You wanted nothing to do with me before-"
"You don't know that." He interrupts.
"Exuse me?"
"I have wanted to get to know you for a while now, Katniss. Your not like the others. Your special. I truly do want to get to know you." I narrow my eyes at him.
"You better not mean-" he interrupts me with a laugh.
"Friends, Katniss." I nod.
"For now." He whispers sedectuavly and wiggles his eyebrows. I roll my eyes and playfully push him in the chest. He laughs and puts his hands in his pockets.
I have one more question to ask him.
"Peeta, who squeezed my sides?"
He looks to the floor with the saddest expression I have ever seen, and it makes me want to give him a hug.
"I-uh,erm...it was me. I'm so sorry Katniss. I should have known. I could have hurt you. I saw the way you were limping in the courtroom and-" I put up my hand to silence him. I sigh before saying,
"It's ok."
Silence again.
He clears his throat. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." He says giving me a small but genuine smile.
"I guess." I answer but can't help but smile a little.
"Tomorrow." He says again with a sheepish grin and starts to walk to the door.
"Tomorrow." I respond and sigh, but not in annoyance.
"Tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Peeta."
He gives me a lopsided grin before walking out the door. A few seconds later his head pops in again.
"Tomorrow."
Sorry, this chapter was pretty cheesy and im not at all proud of it. Next chapter should be better. And sorry for the shortness of it, too.
