PEETA'S POINT OF VIEW.

I slept all night. For the first time in ages, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until it was light. When I get up, Katniss is still asleep, so I don't wake up. We're still in the hospital; they gave us rooms to stay in for as long as we need, since Bae's still here. It's been almost a week and he's still not woken up.

I walk along the corridor, pacing, just because I don't have anything else to do. But that's when I notice it. Sat in Bae's room – holding his hand – is Forest. She's been having trouble sleeping recently, I knew that much. But I didn't know where she went or what she did instead. She's speaking to him. I walk closer to hear what she's saying – without her realising I'm there.

"…I'm sorry. I know we fight and argue and fall out all the time but I don't mean it. You're my brother and I love you. Please don't go. Don't die. If not for me; for mum, for dad… for Ivy. She misses you, you know. She comes to see you every day, asks how you are. She loves you Bae. And Dad. He doesn't show it as much as mum, but it hurts him to see you like this. You can tell. See it in his eyes. He sees you and pretends to stay strong; but on the inside, he's more broken then you. Just promise me. Nothing feels real any more. It's strange, different, untrue without you around. Please, just open your eyes. Promise me that you'll open your eyes soon. Tell me that you'll be ok. Get up, out of here, come home soon. Please." She whispers the last words through her tears. "Please" she repeats. It's then that I lose it. Tears break though my eyes and down my cheeks. She's right. I can't stand to see him like this. He's my son. And there is nothing I can do to fix him.

I leave quickly so Forest doesn't see me cry. I don't really cry in front of my family and now is not the time to start. I find a coffee machine and get myself a drink. The receptionist is sat at her desk, looking rather tired as I take a seat. Suddenly, a very concerned Haymitch stumbles into the hospital. I close my eyes and sigh. No one told Haymitch…
"Peeta! Oh my god Peeta, are you ok?" he frets. "Gale told me what happened. Where is he, is he alright?"
"Haymitch, I'm fine; calm down." Is all I can say.
"No, I can't calm down – why am I only just finding out about this?"
"Because when something like this happens, your first thought isn't to call everyone and tell them about it."
"Then why does gale know?"
"Because he was there when it happened. I'm sorry that we didn't tell you, but please don't get angry and me or Katniss or any of us. Now isn't really a good time to deal with anger."
"I'm… you're right I'm sorry." His tone drops. "How is he?"
"The doctors say he's in a critical state, whatever that means. He's still not woken up."
"How's Katniss doing?"
"How do you think?" I say sardonically. He gives me an apologetic look.

As we walk back along the Corridor, I see that forest is in floods of tears.
"I should probably go and sort her out." I sigh. "Katniss will be up by now though, down there and take a left." I direct him.

I go and take a seat next to her. I sit her on my lap and hold her until she stops crying a bit.
"I miss him dad."
"I know, I know. But he's not gone yet."
"He not here though" She has a point.
"Hey, there's always hope." Is all I can tell her.
"I don't think I have much hope left."
"Well you should." Caspar calls from the door. "I gave up hoping once. It was the worst thing I've ever done. I gave up on my mum. And when you give up on family, you give up on yourself. You have no idea how much it hurts you. I know what it feels like. You can see them, feel them, touch them, hold them, but no matter how much physical proof you have; it's like they're gone, vanished from existence, and you feel so helpless. But no matter how scared you are, how much fear you have, one thing keeps you going; hope. Hope is the one thing you have left, and when you give up on it, there's no way you can keep going. So please Forest. Don't ever give up hope. Because then you will start to fade. Mum's already started fading. You're all I've got left. I can't lose you too." He says; his face more serious than I've ever seen it; making him look stronger, older, much more independent. So much like Finnick. Forest just gives him a look.
"I think I should probably go." I say as I get up to leave the room.

FOREST'S POINT OF VIEW.

I don't move as dad leaves. Neither of us says anything for a while.
"You need sleep." He tells me.
"No I don't. I'm fine"
"Then stand up and walk over here." He says. I get up and take two shaky steps towards him, before stopping because it's hopeless. I'm exhausted. I haven't eaten in days and I can't stop myself from shaking. "You need sleep" he repeats.
"What if I don't want sleep." I say, sitting back down, sighing with exhaustion.
"I'm afraid that's not an option" he tells me, as he walks over towards me and picks me up.
"What are you doing?" I sigh.
"Well you're not making it home by walking. You couldn't make it two steps." He tells me.
"Home?" I raise my eyebrows. By now I'm enveloped in his arms.
"Yes. I'm taking you home. You're going to sleep and then you're going to eat something."
"I'm not hungry"
"To bad" He sighs, carrying me out of the room.

It takes us slightly longer than usual to get home, probably because Caspar is carrying me. When we do get home however, Caspar doesn't let me go until we're upstairs.
"Get some sleep." He says, sitting me down on my bed.
"I don't want to "
"Well you have to so… Night" he smiles before turning the lights off and closing the door.

I must have been more tired than I was stubborn; because the next thing I know is that I'm waking up. I get out of bed, still feeling weak from the lack of food, but no longer tired. I pull myself downstairs. Caspar's sat on the table in the kitchen, reading a newspaper.
"Morning beautiful" he beams.
"Morning?" I repeat.
"Yepp. You slept right through the day and the night. To you it's tomorrow."
"Oh. Right." I say.
"Hungry?" he jumps off the table so he's standing in the floor. I look at my feet.
"Yeah I guess."
"good." He laughs, walking to the counter, and grabbing a cake tin. He opens it and places one of the most beautiful cakes I've ever seen on the table. It's white with red lilies that decorate it. "Happy day-before-your-birthday." He beams. "I thought you could do with a bit of a break. Considering with everything happening with your brother – you've sort of faded out. Besides, you're 15 tomorrow; I think that calls for a bit of a celebration." He grins.
"Caspar, how, why… Just wow" I say, giving him a hug.
"You really like it?"
"I love it…" I beam "I. I love you."
"You have no idea how long I've wished you'd say that" he whispers. I give him a quick smile.
"So, you want a slice?" I ask, changing the subject quickly, before things get to awkward.
"Do you really have to ask?" He jokes, he opens his mouth to say something when the phone rings. "Hang on I'll get that, help yourself to cake"

I grab a slice of the cake, which is delicious, and listen to half of the conversation that Caspar has with whoever it is on the other side of the phone.

"Oh, Mr Mellark hi… yes… yeah she's just woken up…really! ...that's great… Ok… Yeah, I'll be sure to pass on the message… alright… We'll be there soon… alright… thanks, see you soon…" He hangs up and turns to me.

"That was your dad. Bae's awake."