Hey my avid readers! I'm sorry for having such a long AN at the beginning of the last chapter so I'll keep it short.
Okay so I want you to realize that I deleted a chapter... this is highly important to my ending of the story! You will understand soon my pretties you will understand...
I really have never been pregnant, I'm only 15, so I'm not entirely sure if really any of this is accurate so don't be all like 'that would never happen' 'that's so unrealistic' cause I'm just sort of making this an educated guess as to what would be happening.
So much for short! Read now!
"It hurts! Why can't it just stop? " I ask no one in particular. My stomach seems like it's been set on fire and is now being stabbed with millions of needles. No I've felt both of those things and this is about a trillion times worse.
"Katniss, it doesn't look like you'll be having the baby any time soon so I'm going to go a little down the hall and call the hospital to have them get us. Okay?" Gale states.
"Whatever, just hurry up I don't want to be here anymore." I whine. The pain slowly, grudgingly slowly, ebbs away until I only feel a dull to moderate ache in my core.
"So you'd be fine going to the hospital then?" Peeta asks me jokingly.
"They have morphling I'm good with that." I tell him in all seriousness.
"Okay we're going to meet them on the roof. They'll pick us up and take us to the hospital." Gale says confidently as he walks in the room.
"How are we going to 'meet them on the roof'? And how will they pick us up?" Peeta asks.
"They are going to pick us up in a hovercraft and we'll just have to take the stairs." Both Peeta and I look at Gale with the most incredulous look imaginable.
"What are you talking about? What stairs?" I ask finally.
"We're on the top floor so we'll just take the stairs up to the roof, the only problem is that they're on the other end of the building..." Gale trails off.
"Well we better get moving then" Peeta says calmly.
"Can you walk?" Gale asks me.
"Yeah I think so." I tell him honestly.
The two men pry me out of the bed and help me onto my feet as we begin to walk, them half supporting me as we go along. Once out the door a strange thought hits me.
"Gale how do you know all of this stuff about delivering babies? I know you helped with your sister but you were 14 then." I tell him while my eyebrows scrunch up in thought.
"Oh, yeah I totally forgot about that, Part of the training every soldier had to go through was a first aide course and then everyone who passed that had to learn how to deal with unlikely but highly dangerous situations. Yes, delivering babies were among the many." He tells me not looking toward me.
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense. " Peeta finally offers up. "What I still don't get is why there were so many beds in that room..."
"They would take the top 20 tribute candidates and house them here for a month before the reaping and weed out the weakest of them" Gale states flatly. "That was only the men's room."
I stop after a few more yards of walking and grit my teeth. "Katniss honey, do you want us to carry you?"
"Just a bit further..." I tell them.
"Katniss?" I hear Peeta's voice from afar. I feel as though I'm being dragged out of my body and into a different place. "Katniss" I hear the voice coming closer. "Katniss."
I open my eyes and realize this was all a dream. I wasn't kidnapped by Gale and some strange woman I don't really remember. I'm not about to have a baby in the district two justice building. And most importantly of all Peeta wasn't almost murdered by some coldhearted woman.
"Katniss, thank goodness you're alright." Peeta says worriedly.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I question softly.
"Katniss you've been in a coma for over three months month. You were in a coma. " He asks ill at ease.
"What happened?" I ask taking his head in my hands feeling the beard that he has managed to grow at some time during my coma and looking deep into his eyes so that I can never forget them.
"All I know is that I came home from the bakery and you were just lying there on the couch, unconscious. Don't do that to me again. You scared me so bad. The doctors said that you weren't going to make it, but my mom was right" He tells me tears filling his eyes.
"What do you mean that your mother was right?" I ask him wiping away the tears from his face.
"Before the first games, she-she said that you were a survivor. She was right. I'd be so lost without you. Don't leave me." He tells me burying his face into my shoulder. The ends of his beard tickle my collar bone.
"I'll stay with you." I tell him the sides of my mouth creeping up into a smile.
"Always?" He questions looking up to me with eyes that make him look like a little kid. His face a mixture of many different emotions, happiness, sorrow, and most of all worry.
"Always." I conclude. He backs away from me a bit so that our eyes meet.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks voice full of worry and sorrow.
"Tell you what?" I ask him incredulously.
"About the baby?" He says eyebrows crinkling together.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"They brought you in and ran some usual tests and the only abnormal thing was that you were pregnant. So you didn't know?" He tells me, eyes full of compassion.
"I didn't but... never mind." I start. That explains why I faintly remember laying down and taking a nap but I didn't remember getting up... So none of that was real and it won't happen.
"What is it?" Peeta asks intrigued.
"Well evidently while I was in the coma. I had a dream of sorts... and in the dream I told you I was pregnant and then eventually, well I just about had the baby but I woke up, more or less." I say looking around the room.
There's white everywhere and the only place I see no white is the stands holding many different machines. I'm in the one place that I hate the most, well the place that is still around that I wind up in every five minutes I think, a hospital.
"Well I'm glad to see that you're awake sweetheart. Now if you don't mind could you two separate so that your doctor can come check your vitals? Thanks for not showing too much PDA" Haymitch sneers at me.
"Well hello to you too" I leer at him.
The doctor comes in and checks my vitals and decides that it would be okay if I were monitored just a few more days then I could be sent home.
"You're here real or not real?" Peeta questions me.
"Real" I say smiling.
"You love me real or not real?" He asks.
"Real Peeta. That'll always be real."
THE END!
I'm done now! How'd you like the ending? I bet you didn't see that one coming! REVIEW if you want a sequel! REVIEW IF YOU WANT A SNEAK PEAK FOR SAID POSSIBLE SEQUEL!
Have fun! Good bye! I might consider an epilogue but most likely not.
Thank you for your continued support! I would like to tell all of you to read the other story! Good bye now!