Chapter 23 'I wish I could take back all I said to you.' TG
Katniss's POV
"No Peeta, you shouldn't have married me." I choke, "I should just leave."
The light in Peeta's eyes fades as I say that. His face goes chalk white, and he starts to slide down his bed.
"PEETA!" I scream.
The doctor, my mother, my prep team, and a nurse rush in at the sound of my voice. My mother screams at how awful Peeta looks. They all rush over and grab him.
They get him hooked back up to the machines that he was on before.
"Oh my God." Haymitch whispers.
The machine that shows what Peeta's heartbeat is, is a flat line.
What? I think groggily.
"Haymitch? What does that mean?" I ask. I struggle to get up, and my mother rushes to my side. I push her away impatiently.
"HAYMITCH?!" I scream.
"He's dead." Haymitch whispers.
"NOOOOO!" I scream. I fall out of my bed, and drag myself on my right arm to Peeta's bed. I get up on my feet and limp the rest of the way to his bed. I trip and fall onto Peeta.
"PEETA!" I sob.
Someone injects something into my arm, and my vision starts to go dark. I think I might be imagining Peeta's arm going around me and whispering, "Katniss, everything's fine. I'm alive. Now just go to sleep."
And I go limp.