Sorry I updated later than I said I would, my mind is fuzzy from the days at camp! I had lots of fun, and I loved you're reviews ;D
Sorry if this seems rushed, my mind is still a littke blurry from the projects due and whatnot
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Katniss' POV

My eyes flutter open, finding light that burns. I blink quickly, getting used to the light hovering over me. Why am I here? Nothing pops into my head, as I wonder where I am. Everything is blurred, the like shower shower screen in the train washroom. Train, District 2, bakery, Gale, Peeta, railroad. Quickly my my minds snaps into the present, and I remember everything. As my head twitches back, I remember the bright lights descending on me, feeling the vibration of the train, and feeling fear like a deer about to get hit by an upcoming car.

Instantly, my body shoots up and a jolt of pain makes a cry of pain release from my house. I grit my teeth, ignoring the searing pain, continuing to get up. Where's Gale and Peeta? As I am about to jump out of bed to find them, my legs are restrained from moving by metal bars. Furiously I look around for someone to let me free to get to them, anyone.

After straining against the metal bar, I give up and know it's no use. Instead, I try a new way to get their attention.

"Peeta! Gale!", I yell as loud as possible. No answer. I'm about to scream at the top of my lungs, desperately trying to get someone's attention, but a male doctor comes in. He looks at me frantically.

"She's awake!", he announces in surprise. Three other doctors rush in, two female and one male. They all crowd around, touching my legs, arms and ribs as they write down how I react on a clipboard.

One of the females orders me to take a deep breath. Once I do I cry in pain from the throbbing feeling coming from my ribs, she jots something down quickly and tells me that she'll be testing my ribs. I nod my head and she takes out a rubber tool. That little rubber tool looks nothing that could be a harm to me, but once she starts to tap it gently on my rib, I scream. She tells me to calm down, and I nod with teary eyes. She does the same but hits a different spot. I cover my mouth from screaming, only to hear the whimpers coming from my own mouth that are uncontrollable.

After other tests that are getting on my last nerves, the doctor finally allows me to rest up. But I don't want to rest, I want to find Peeta and Gale.

"How can I sleep while my loved ones are in danger?", I demand.

", I know that you are concerned about others but you have to worry about yourself. You aren't in good shape to be moving about", he says.

I glare at him with fury. "No way, tell me where they are!", I scream. He shakes his head.

", please understand about your condition", he says, sounding impatient.

Now I am on the verge or tears. Tears from the stress of my loved ones being hurt, stress from my confused emotions, stress from everything through my whole life. Before I know it, my hands wrap around his neck, making his lungs crave for air. He claws at my hands, and all I can remember is the moment Peeta did the same to my neck because of the Capitol. I know this isn't right, I know this isn't me, but I can't feel my real self at this moment at all. Arms surround me as a prick stabs at my arm. Instantly I feel dizzy and I feel myself passing out. The last thing I see is the world blurring away through the drugs and the tears.

...

Once again my eyes open up at the slightest, and I am greeted with a familiar face.

Instantly I spring up from my bed, and almost knock him in the head with my own forehead.

"Gale!", I gasp. He looks surprised and wide-eyed.

"Catnip", he says, embracing me. I welcome his embrace, because after everything, I know I would still not want to lose him. "I thought you wouldn't make it. But I knew you were a fighter", he coos into my hair. I nod and hug him tighter, knowing that I have him with me.

But instantly I pull back and look into his eyes.

"Gale...where's Peeta", I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"Katniss...", he began, but I didn't let him. I wanted to her the words from my mouth, not another's.

"He's dead...isn't he?", my voice increased with anger.

"Let me explain!", he says, pleading to me.

"Don't lie to me!", I hiss at him.

Before he could say another word I sprang up from the bed, and ran out the door. Jots of pain raised from my ribs and chest, but all I was eager to do is to see Peeta okay.

After running down a narrow hallway, I met eyes with a sign. Major Injuries. I don't hesitate before pushing the door open, ready to seek what is inside.

I'm greeted with doctors, wide eyed in bewilderment, looking at my figure. That's when I notice I'm in a hospital gown, but I couldn't care less.

"Where's Peeta!", I demand. They look at me, scared to answer me, yet frightened to keep me waiting. One brave doctor speaks up.

"Peeta isn't here", he says simply.

"What do you mean, where is he", I hiss at the last words.

"...", the doctor begins, but I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear that'll he be okay, when he really isn't, I only want to see for myself. The only pair of eyes I trust the most right now, are my own.

I stomp out of the room, not knowing what to do. Just then Gale burst out of a room, into the hallway with me.

"Katniss, please just talk to me", he pleads.

I know that screaming at people will get me nowhere, and that I'm over reacting. So I slump down on the floor as he takes a seat next to me. I look into his grey eyes and sigh.

He knows that I'm allowing him to speak and he begins.

"Peeta is okay. He's was here at the hospital for a couple of days, but he had to go back to work at the bakery. He also had to do other tasks, he's pretty busy out here", he explains.

Instantly, the feeling of hurt overwhelms my heart. "He left me?", I whisper.

He nods. "He needed to, he said. He's honestly sorry though, he really wanted to stay with you".

My hands clench into fist in anger. "How could he...", I say trembling in anger.

"I''m sorry, Catnip", he says. He opens his arms and I allow myself to welcome it. In my mind, it's asking millions of questions. Starting with, why did Peeta leave me? I force the anger down as another thought hits me.

"If you're okay, and so is he, who got hurt?", I whisper.

His face turns ice cold, and stiff. Standing up, he offers a hand as I stand too.

"Follow me", he says. I nod and allow my legs to take me wherever.

We stop at a room, labelled Critically Injured. My eyes widen as he opens the door.

Instantly, my eyes find a limp body on a stretcher, trapped with wires, bands and tubes. He's on life support, looking pale and weaker from when I last saw him.

"Keithase!", I sob and run over to him.

"Who?", Gale asks in confusion.

"Gale, leave!",I demand. He looks hurt but nods and leaves. Guilt and fear fill up my whole body. Guilt for him, risking his life for me after we just met. Fear for his life, because I know if he dies I'll truly miss him.

I look at his gold hair, brushing his eyes that I cannot seek the blue from. Possibly I'll never see them again.

A feeling churns in my heart, admiration, warmth, comfort? When I look at him, I feel safe and familiar. After knowing him for such little time, I can't help but shake the feeling off.

Before I know it, my hands grabs onto his. I don't know why, but I feel right when I do. I can feel the warmth of his hand, supplied from the life support machine, that could be unplugged any moment and he would die.

A tear rolls down my cheek and onto his, and he twitches at the slightest as if touches his eyelid.

"Please wake up. I'm sorry, Keithase", I whisper, even though he cannot hear me.

As I keep holding his warm hand, all of a sudden it turns to coolness, the warmth drifting away. Before my mouth can open, I hear the loud beep.

The signal that Keithase has taken his last breath.

:O , Keithase!
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