A Love Lost
I stood around twenty five feet away from the target. I raised my bow, and shot three arrows, one after another. All hit a bulls-eye.
I had forgotten how It felt to shoot my bow for a while. While I was pregnant, all I really did was sleep, and eat and talk. Not much really. So now that Rose is alive, and really here, I can shoot my bow, run, and train to kill President Snow.
I turn away from where I was standing, to see two boys with their jaws on the floor, noticing my talent. I smirked and made a short cocky laugh. I quickly walked past them, and headed towards the running track. Peeta's training group was running today. He was fast, but wasn't as fast as he used to be, since he got his prosthetic leg. I looked over at the track to see a big huddle of people in the middle. I guess they were done for today. I started to walk over to the group of people I barely knew, and stopped in my tracks when I realized what was going on. I saw one person step to the side a bit and saw what all the commotion was. No, not the end of training, but a fight. Guess who were the fighters?
Gale Hawthorne and Peeta Mellark.
I ran to the crowd and pushed my through to the center where the fight was taking place. I barely remembered what Gale had briefly said as he left the cafeteria earlier today, "This isn't over, Mellark." I looked down at the two boys, beating the crap out of each other. I glanced at Gale, who was on the ground, and he had a bloody lip, and a few bruises. Peeta, who was punching Gale, had a bloody nose again, a scrape on his arm, and some bruises too. They both had a black eye also. I jumped into the fight and pushed Peeta off of Gale. Peeta fell down right next to Gale, and I stood up in between them both.
"What the heck are you two doing?" I exclaimed. The crowd of people started to slowly back away from the mess. I glared at both of them as they looked at me. Peeta looked sorry, I could see it in his eyes. Gale was annoyed, bothered that I had caught him and Peeta fighting. I scoffed them both, and looked furiously back down at them.
"I'm sorry…"Peeta trailed off. I simply nodded, and helped them both to their feet. Then I stood in front of Gale. He down at me, with sorry in his eyes now too. Then my hand connected to his face, and he immediately put his hand on his now red cheek.
"What was that for?" Gale asked angrily.
"I told you not to mess with Peeta, and you did exactly that." I said firmly.
"Okay, gosh. I'm sorry." Gale muttered turning to leave. I let him go. I had already slapped him, and I didn't need him around at the moment. I turned my attention back to Peeta, who looked maybe a little worse than Gale did. They both looked terrible. Peeta's nose was dripping blood, and his eye was purple, and swollen shut. His knuckles were red, and he had a nasty scrape on his right shoulder.
"Peeta, we need to go take care of you." I told him, rubbing his left shoulder.
"I'm fine, really." He mumbled, putting a stray hair of mine back to its place behind my ear.
"No you're not Peeta, You're eye is swollen, and you're nose is covered in blood. We need to go patch you up." I said. He nodded in defeat, and we strolled back into 13, and went down the elevator to the hospital. I noticed as he walked, he held his side with his hand. I tried to help but he wouldn't let me. I walked up to the receptionist and asked for a doctor. The next couple of minutes we spent waiting, making small talk, before we entered a room, and got Peeta checked up.
"Well, . Seems to be that you have gotten yourself a bit scraped up. You have two broken ribs." The doctor told us. He wrapped his side up in gauze, and we left the hospital to our compartment. We walked through the hallways getting a few weird looks at Peeta. I wasn't surprised, there's never really any fights here in 13.
Once we got to the compartment, I told Peeta to rest. He layed in the bed looking miserable and hurt. I curled up next to him, and we just talked.
"I'm sorry that Gale did that."
"It's fine, It doesn't hurt that bad."
"Peeta, you broke two of your ribs. It is bad."
"I'm fine, really. It does hurt a bit though."
"Peeta, you don't have to act tough. I know you are, it's okay that it hurts." I tell him. He nods a bit, and I trace some of his scars that are on his stomach. We both have our number of scars. I have many on my arms, and legs. He has a whole new leg, and a lot of scars too. I trace the two major scars that you can see on his stomach. He is tough, like I said. I mean, he has abs and muscles. But, even if he wasn't "tough" I wouldn't care. Because he's the sweetest man I've ever known.
I rest my head on his shoulder, and we watch some television. Mostly propaganda, and propos I've made in the past. 13 always has electricity unlike 12. I watch as my "famous" Quote shoes up in big letters
"IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US!"
The propo ends, and I start to get tired. I yawn and Peeta carefully puts his arms around me. I would do the same, but his ribs. I sit in his arms for a moment, then realize we really should be taking care of Rose more often, but it's hard to now with the rebellion going on. I'm not going to miss out on being a mother. I want to be there when she says her first word, or starts walking.
She is my baby anyways.
"I love you." I mutter onto Peeta's chest. I listen to his heartbeat, and hope I never hear silence again.
"I love you too." He says back to me. We both smile, and eventually I'm off into a night filled with peace.
A/N: Hope you liked it(: 200 reviews already? WOAH! Thanks guys! I really, really appreciate it! You guys are like, the coolest kids ever. So, proclaim your coolness(:
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