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Desperate

Katniss' POV:

What am I still doing here? Father asks me if I want to go to the hospital, and without hesitation, I reply with an urgent yes. Prim and Clove follow me out the door. My head spins with thoughts. Is he okay? Questions ran through my head as father drove us to the Hospital. The only woman who could have done this is Marisol. I'm sure of that. Fear increases as we get closer to the hospital. What else will she do? Will Peeta be okay? What flower poisoning was it? The drive to the hospital isn't very long, but it feels like hours. Tears threaten to escape my eyes, but I wipe the away. We get there, and I literally jump out of the car.

Clove, Prim, and I all follow father to the front desk of the hospital and we follow a woman who shows us to his room. My heart beats very fast and I feel someone grab my hand. I turn my head to see that Prim was the one who grabbed my hand. She gives me a reassuring smile. I force a small smile in return. We rush down the hallways until we come to a room. Inside, are Gale, Cato, and Peeta's father. On the bed, lies a blond, blue-eyed, and strong guy who I've fallen in love with. The sight of Peeta's father makes me a little nervous to move closer to his son. Near Peeta, stands his brother. He moves up from his chair that is next to Peeta's bed. The lights of the room seem to bother me. Maybe it is that I'm going crazy, or that the lights really just bother me. But, it feels as if this is all a dream…no, it's a nightmare. His eyes are closed, and the beeping of the machines give my heart a jump every second I hear the beeping. There are red patches on his arms, as if the poison of which ever flower was that did this to him is as deadly as the feelings I'm feeling right now.

I move closer to him, every second I do, my mind gets closer to the edge of depleting. Something's eating at the back of my head, and it may be the fact that he might never wake up again. I don't know what might happen if I wouldn't see those blue orbs of his. I tell myself to stop distressing. He's strong, he can make it through anything, but it's almost as if trying to believe in that matter is ineffective. I sit on the chair next to his bed, and I grab his hand. There's no spark or electric movement in my body when I feel his hand on mine. It makes it harder to believe he'd wake it. As odd as it is to not feel that spark of energy I always feel when we touch, I hold his hand tighter as if trying to get him to wake up. Though he doesn't. Prim keeps her eyes on Peeta along with Clove. Gale and Cato are serious, which I've never seen them in such earnestness before. Their jocular faces are replaced my solemn expressions. Peeta's father seems regretful. Does he now realize how bad of a decision it was to send Peeta to California? And it's even worse to make him move in with his idiotic brother and his disgraceful, gold-digging wife. Father looks at me carefully, as if analyzing what my reaction is. Before anyone can react or speak, a man that I assume is a doctor comes in. He looks around with his dark brown eyes. His thick eyebrows create furrows as he looks down at the clipboard in his hands. "How is he," asks the deep voice that belongs to Peeta's father.

"He's doing fine, but not too good. The flower, the Oleander, mixed with tea can be very dangerous. Did anyone else drink this?" The doctor looks around the room.

"No, my wife made some, but I don't think she drank any," Peeta's brother replies.

How thoughtful of Marisol. Anger erupts in me like a volcano erupting, letting magma soar through the air and cover the land beyond it. Where is she anyway? If she was here, she would have been laying on a hospital in worst conditions than Peeta. The doctor takes another look over his clipboard and says, "Well, just be careful."

And with that, the doctor leaves without another word. I look down at Peeta, and I hope that with the touch of my hand he'd know how desperate I am to see his blue eyes, to know that he's in good health, and that he'd be all right. The air is getting thinner every moment I see his chest rice and fall. I hope it preserves doing that. I can clearly feel the distress in me. And I can tell others see it evidently. Hours go by that I don't even blink, just looking at his chest rise and fall, hearing his breathing, and watching the monitor on the machines. Peeta's brother leaves when the clock hits eight in the night. Gale and Cato leave with Peeta's father. It's only Prim, Clove, and my father left. Father says he'll take Prim and Clove home. In minutes, I'm left alone with Peeta. His eyes remain closed. Seconds past and I feel my eyes get watery. Immediately, the tears rush down my cheeks like waterfalls. I don't even try to wipe them away, I just let them roll down my face, because in reality, the pain in my heart already shows, and it makes no difference in crying.

The room is silent. The beeping of the machines is the only thing I hear along with his breathing. Wake up, please. Those are the only words in my head. It's as if the variety of words are wiped clean off my mind in the moment. Those are the only words that I can process through my head and make their way to my lips. I stare at his face. It's calm and expressionless. But I'm not. My eyes harden as another hour goes by. That's when I finally break down. My eyes are red and puffy. I feel the dried tears be replaced by the new ones rolling down my cheeks once again. A horrible sound between a cry and chocking leaves my lips. "Please, please wake up," I whisper, crying as if I were a baby.

Nothing. Nothing that indicates that he'd wake up happens. I hear the door creak open and I wipe my tears away. I find the last person I wanted to see. Amber. I immediately stand up and glare at her. She looks at me, with fear and regret in her eyes. She looks from me to Peeta, and I see a tear quickly roll down her cheek.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, rudely and spiteful.

She walks closer to the bed where Peeta is, but I move closer to her, making her take a step back. "I came to see Peeta."

I study her face, reading her expression. "Why? So you can poison him even more," I spit.

She shakes her head. "Marisol went too far. I didn't want this to happen," she moves closer, but I move even closer to where she stands.

"Then what was it that you wanted to happen? Huh? What's going through your head, Amber?" I scream at her. Her eyes widen, she's taken aback by my loudness. "Look what you did? What's wrong with you?" She looks down and another tear rolls down her cheek. "You don't know how much pain I feel. Do me a favor…LEAVE."

She stands up, regaining all her courage to scream, "Marisol did this, I didn't! I told her that she should just give up! I knew it was hopeless and stupid to try and separate you from Peeta! Do you know what it's like…to love someone with all your heart…to know that there's another girl he loves? And it's not you." My anger dies down a little. Her tears run more frequently now. Her voice quiets down to a normal volume. "That he loves someone else and despises you deeply because you try to be friends with him? I know that I've gotten you in trouble and you really hate me now. I know that you feel like hell and you want to rip my head off. But I just need for you to listen to me. I didn't want this to happen. In fact, I didn't want anything to happen. I was going to apologize to you, but then Marisol threatened me. I had to stay quiet. You have no idea what that woman is capable of. She'd even kill Peeta's brother for his money."

I look at her carefully. She has loved Peeta all this time? I couldn't imagine to have Peeta love another girl and to know that it's not me. I still don't feel bad for her. But something in me tells me to let it go. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because, if you love Peeta with all your heart, and you were in my place, would you believe me now? As desperate as you are desperate for Peeta to wake up, that's how desperate I am for someone to believe me. I had to go to you because I know how much you love him, and believe it or not, that's how much I love Peeta," she replies.

There is honesty and hope in her eyes. I can see that she's desperate along with that she hasn't slept for days. It makes me wonder if she is really as cruel and brainless as she seems. Her words are stuck in my head. There is so much anguish in her eyes that it doesn't pain me to say, "Okay."

She smiles. "Thank you."

I sigh. Sitting back down, Amber gives one long look at Peeta, and then she leaves. I sit back down next to Peeta. My anger dies down and I feel desperate once more. My heart beats fast with hurt. The door creaks open to reveal a nurse. She sadly smiles at me and tells me that she's just going to give Peeta medicine. The needle that she pushes through Peeta's skin is long and it makes my stomach churn. I've realized that needle are not my favorite. She leaves and soon my fear of long needles dies out, and it's replaced by something much worse. Desperation. My tears don't hesitate to escape my eyes. Right now, I feel like the most fragile thing in the world. Without Peeta, I realize, I'm nothing. Anything, at this point, can make me tear up. I haven't ever felt this much misery ever in my life. I want it to leave, as much as I want Peeta to wake up. I feel breakable. More breakable than a delicate flower.

I start to doze off after minutes of crying my eyes out. When I hear someone call my name, my eyes jolt open. I look down at Peeta to see his eyes are closed. The person who called my name was my father. He looks at me, concern in his eyes. "Katniss, you need sleep."

"I'm not leaving," I persist, looking down at Peeta and grabbing his hand.

He mumble, "I know." He hands me something. "I brought you a blanket and a pillow."

"Thanks," I mutter.

"Well sweetie, I'm heading home. If you need anything, just call, okay?"

I nod, "Okay."

I cover myself in the blanket and lean pack on the soft pillow that I have fixed against the chair. I look at Peeta the entire time. My head starts to hurt from all the crying. My eyes are hard and my nose is stuffy. I wait there, with hope that Peeta will wake up. I take a hold of his hand. And then, my eyes give up. The last thing on my mind was, Wake up, Peeta. Please.

Out of nowhere, I feel my hand tighten. My eyes jolt back open and I look down at my hand, the hand that was holding Peeta's. I hear a groan and I can't believe that it's coming from Peeta. I stand up rapidly. His eyes open suddenly, to reveal the blue, the beautiful ocean blue orbs of his.

"Katniss," he croaks.

It takes me seconds to realize that he has spoken. He's awake. The love of my life is awake.

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