A/N Guyssssss don't hate me for not writing this sooner. I totally forgot that I was gonna keep writing fanfiction! I've been so busy since my school year ended and I don't have as much free time as I thought I would. I'm considering continuing this story for a while, but I can't promises updates on certain dates. Please bear with me if I mix up some past details from this story. It's been a while. And thank you guys for pointing out my plot holes! I hadn't noticed them, but I'm not going to take the time to correct them. :) I know this is short, but my chapters have always been short. All my love, Amateur Blogger. (It feels so nice to say that again)

PEETA'S POV

I can't keep going like this much longer. I need my wife back. She can't leave me. I don't know how I'll get along if she isn't going to be here with me. I can't be a single father and keep running the bakery.

Crap, the bakery. I had completely forgotten about it. My parents had retired and left it to me to run. I've been so lost here at the hospital that I hadn't given any thought to who would be working.

I grab the phone by the hospital bed and dial my parent's house. My father answers the phone.

"Dad I need you to work at the bakery tomorrow. Can you do that for me?" I hate to ask my father for anything, but there's no way that I can be at the bakery to work tomorrow.

"Yeah I can do that son. Don't worry. I can work there for as long as you need me to. How is Katniss doing?" I had called my dad about an hour ago to let him know what was going on with Katniss. Now, I can hardly breathe having to talk about it out loud. I can hardly keep my composure.

"Things aren't looking too good, dad. I'm really worried and I don't think that I can do this anymore. I can't live without her. You know that. Everyone knows that. I've known it since I was five."

I can always look to my dad for words of such depth and wisdom, but now he fails me. "I don't know what to say Peeta, sometimes things happen for a reason. No one knows how this will end, but son, in the end it'll all be okay."

"Baby, I can't do this alone. You need to come back to me. Don't leave me like this. I need you. Your family needs you. Our beautiful kids, they need you and me to raise them. Please don't leave me."

It's been three hours since they told me that she won't make it. I've been by her side nonstop. The doctors have continued to come into the room asking me if they should pull the plug and let her die slowly. I can't let her go like that. I can't let her go at all. I need her to stay with me.

I can't bear to leave her side. I know that my children need me.

How can I raise three kids all on my own? There's no possible way.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mellark?"

By now, I'd lost track of time and I have not gotten a wink of sleep since yesterday night. I have absolutely no idea who this woman is that is standing in front of me. I can hardly remember my name. It was nice of her to remind me what it was.

I hesitate for a second before answering. "Um…. Yes that's my name."

"My name is Mila. I'm one of the night nurses here at the hospital." Oh, so it was night now. I never would have known. There isn't a window in this room, oddly enough. "We've been closely monitoring Katniss since the birth of your son. She has shown some improvement and it appears that she is breathing on her own; however her brain function is very minimal. There are some things that we can attempt in order to get her back to consciousness. There is a new procedure that specialists have successfully performed in District Four. We believe that it may help to bring your wife back to full health."

"Well, do it then. What are you waiting for? My wife is dying with every second wasted talking about it."

"Mr. Mellark, the procedure is easier said than done. It is very lengthy and we will have to reprogram part of her brain to bring it back to full strength. There are a lot of complications that may come from this surgery, but death is not one of them. If this surgery is performed on your wife, she will remain alive, but she might not be quite the same as how you knew her," the doctor/nurse says. I can't remember her name.

I just need her here with me. I don't care if she is a little different than before. I wouldn't expect her to be.

"How fast can the procedure be done?" I ask the lady.

"We can have her in recovery in about six hours, Peeta. Should we go ahead and prepare her for surgery?"

"Yes. Do it."

KATNISS' POV

I don't remember the past couple of days. In fact, I can't remember anything. I'm sitting in a hospital room. I have no clue how I got here or what happened. All that I know is that there is a shooting pain in my head.

There's a strange man sitting beside my bed. He has blonde hair that looks like a disaster hit it. I think it's, I mean he's, sleeping.

I look at the hospital bracelet that is on my wrist. It says Katniss Mellark. I don't know who that lady is, but the name Katniss does sound familiar. Katniss Everdeen! That was it. I don't remember what she did, but I know that she was a legend at home.

A nurse comes in to check on me.

"Oh, excellent! You're awake already. The doctors weren't expecting you to awaken for at least another couple of hours. So, do you have any questions?"

"Um, yeah. I have a few. What's my name?"

(A/n) I'll try to update soon-ish.