The last thing I remember is Katniss's teary eyes, her trembling hands reaching out to me. After that it's just darkness.
The itchy blanket tickles my skin as I prop myself up on my elbows. There is a slight ache from where my heart is but apart from that I feel fine. There is no one beside me in this white room, just the four walls that make it. I look at the table beside my bed, spotting a vase of blooming flowers as well as a velvet pouch. It looks familiar. I reach over to grab it, trying not to rip the drip from my fore arm. Undoing the golden ribbon, I peer inside. I only need to see it for a second before it rolls to the floor, clicking along the tiles. The pearl I gave Katniss in the Quarter Quell, the time I was adamant that I would never see Katniss again. I guess I was wrong that time, but I know now that she's actually gone.
My heart pains even more, maybe it did rip in half. It sure felt like it. The discomfort in my chest causes me to cry out and a nurse ushers into the room.
"Your awake Mr Mellark!" she exclaims, giving me a once over, checking this, checking that. She says I'm fine, that it was a heart attack but I fought through and won. I wish I hadn't of won though, I wish I was dead. At least then being away from her would be painless. She leaves a meal beside my flowers before exiting. But before she goes, she hands me an envelope, telling me it came with the flowers and was asked to be delivered when I woke. I accept it and she leaves. I don't open the letter. I know who its from, I recognise her handwriting on the front of the paper 'Peeta.' I know I'll ever really have the strength to open it.
Im about to cry again when Delly materialises,
"Peeta," she sighs, walking over to me, "scoot over." I shift over uncomfortably, making some room. We lay there, her arms holding me in a tight embrace, my head resting on her chest. I'm pretty sure I'm crying again, she keeps telling me it's going to be okay. But I cant imagine my life ever being 'okay' without her. Even just the mention of her name makes me quiver. The soft stroking motions of Dellys fingers in my hair calms me down considerably, enough for me to even talk.
"A-Are they, gone?" I utter.
"Yes Peeta, they left straight for 2 after the Doctor said you would be fine." Her voice is comforting, like a mothers.
"I'm never going to see her again," I cry out. I can feel that huge lump in my throat forming again.
"I know Peeta, but it's going to be okay, I'm here. I've always been here."
I start to whimper again, nuzzling into Delly more. I guess I did take Delly for granted. I didn't even make an effort to talk to her since the rebellion. Katniss never did trust us, seeing as how close we were, being child hood friends and all. Every girl gets jealous. We stay like this for hours, with me drifting in and out of consciousness, she placing light kisses on the top of my head when I cry out.
"I've missed you, Delly," I say finally.
"I've missed you too, Peeta."