Hello! New chapter, yes yes. I hope you guys are having a nice day.

I don't feel like saying anything else.

Alright.

Waiting in a car

Waiting for a ride in the dark

Katniss felt waves of numbness spread through her body like waves. As she came to her senses, she heard beeping and felt the clasp on her index finger, which was measuring the oxygen levels in her blood. There was an ache at the back of her head. The air she was breathing felt like it was coming in too easily. For a test, she moved her lip and felt the rub of oxygen tubes.

Slowly, the numbness passed and it was replaced by a tingling sensation through her body.

Her fingers moved slightly and felt cloth underneath her.

She was lying on a bed with soft and warm blankets.

Hospital. She thought. I failed the mission and I'm going to have to start all over again.

Katniss guessed she was in 13 again. How she hated the place.

Suddenly, she grew frightened and anxious and her eyes shot open, revealing her grey irises which were surrounded by red sclera. The ceiling was white and high and she knew she wasn't in 13. She had no idea where she was. She had laboured breathing and started to thrash on the bed.

Her hands pulled at the oxygen tubes but they were taped onto her cheeks. Screaming filled the room and Peeta, who had been sitting next to the bed for several hours, immediately took action.

"No, Katniss!" He told her. "Stop, stop, stop." He pulled her hands away from the tubes. "Let go, it's okay." At the sight of his blue eyes, her fingers let go. Her red eyes scared him slightly and Katniss grabbed onto his arms, gripping the sleeves of his dark grey hoodie tightly. She panted and kept her eyes glued to his. She wheezed and let Peeta lay her back down slowly. "There you go. You're okay."
She tried to speak to him but her words came out as whispers. "Shh," He hushed her with his words and pressed a finger to her lips. He brushed the sweaty strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead back. Katniss let go of Peeta and kept her arms suspended in the air like a newborn. He smiled at her.

Because he knew she was okay, that she was going to be okay despite what she felt. Plus, she looked lovable when she was clueless and silent. He sat down by her side on the white hospital bed.

"How are you feeling, my Mockingjay?"

She opened her mouth but just blinked and looked at him. But didn't know what to say. The words didn't come to her.

"Hm?" He petted her head. Her grey eyes wandered behind his head again. After he realized she wouldn't say anything, he started speaking.

"What's your name?" He asked. Katniss looked at his blue gaze again.

"Kat… Kat…" She murmured.
"'Kat'? You almost have it. What's your full name?"

"Everdeen."

"Kat Everdeen?" He asked sweetly.
"Peeta,"

"Mm hm?"
"You're Peeta." She said. He nodded.

"Yup. That's my name. Now, what's yours? I said it to you earlier. Do you remember?"
Her eyes wandered again. "N… ness." She stuttered.

Her strange speech was starting to worry him. "Niss." He corrected her.

"Niss." She repeated. She was like a toddler, learning how to speak. "Niss. Kat…" She thought for a second. "Niss."

Peeta smiled and nodded.

"Katniss," She finally said. "Everdeen. Katniss Everdeen."
"There you go."

That's when Peeta saw something.

Something in her eyes. Something changed.

Katniss reached up to caress his face.

"It's really you." She whispered. "Peeta."

He chuckled and put his hand over hers.

"Tell me, Katniss. What do you remember?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm wounded." She snapped.

But you are, sweetheart. You're basically ill.

"Alright, then. Do you know what happened?"
"I fainted, I think. My head hurts." He ran his thumb along her eyebrows.

"You got a head injury," Peeta said. "Two, actually."
"Two? How?"

"Apparently you got a mild concussion. Then you hit your head again which resulted in a… rather… mild… major concussion. But you're going to be fine. You've been asleep for two days and so far everything looks fine, according to the doctors."

"Two days? What happened during that?"
"I was in treatment. Believe it or not, they had to take me to emergency."

"Why?" She asked, rather irritated.

"I was in shock. After you fainted… I… It scared me. I thought you were dying."

"…Peeta," She said in a sad and concerned voice. "It was all okay… You didn't have to worry."

Peeta kissed her forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"Wait… where are we?"

"Capitol. In a hospital." Her head lifted like a nod. She observed his face.

"Why are you so pale?" She took his face in her hands. "What happened to your cuts and your wounds? They couldn't have healed in 2 days."

"It's the Capitol." Peeta shrugged. "They work their magic, you know?" Katniss brushed his lips with her thumb.

"You look so pale, Peeta." Peeta smirked. He thought she looked cute when she was clueless. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Did you lose a lot of…?" Her words died away and her brow furrowed.

"What? Blood?"
Her worried grey eyes looked up at his calm blue ones. "Prim," She whispered.

"She's okay."
"She's not dead?" Katniss asked, amazed. "Prim's okay?!"

"Yeah. The doctors fixed her up, but… obviously they couldn't save her legs."

Katniss nodded and let silent tears fall. "At least she's okay." Peeta wiped away the tears.

"She lost some blood though."

Katniss didn't say anything.

"But she's fine. She's in a stable condition."

Katniss exhaled and closed her eyes. "Oh, thank God." She sighed. "So she's just low on blood or whatever?"
"Actually… no, she's perfectly well. They had to find a donor. Your mother was the first option but she has a different blood type."
"What about me? They could've taken some of mine."
"Oh, no, Katniss. They couldn't take yours. You were in a coma. It could be hazardous for your health. Plus I didn't let the ones who suggested it. I knew they couldn't do that to you, because of the condition you were in. Besides, you have the same blood type as your mother, while Prim has the same as your dad did; according to your mother."

"Then who did they get? Does she have some random Capitol creep's blood mixing with hers in her veins?"

Peeta chuckled. "Well, he's not much of a creep… at least, I don't think. He's pretty good looking. And he's not from the Capitol, actually." He kept smiling and put his hands over Katniss's stomach.

"Wait a minute." Katniss stopped him and groaned. "Please don't tell me Gale gave—"
"Ugh, no way." He said with a laugh and rolled his eyes. "It wasn't Gale, he isn't even around. Plus,if anyone's a creep, it's him." When he called Gale a creep, a thought ran through Katniss's mind.

Well, he's more of a creep in my mind than in yours.
He managed to get a laugh from her and it made him happy to see her laugh.

"I thought it would be weird if Prim didn't know her donor. So I suggested that my blood could do the trick,"

Katniss eyes grew as wide as owl's.

"You were Prim's donor." She gasped.

"Yeah." Peeta smiled.

Katniss sat up from her bed, ignoring her headache. She stared at him, surprised.

What were the chances of Prim and Peeta being the same blood type? "Thank you," She said in a whisper.

Her grey eyes started to glisten and Peeta knew the tears were coming. He embraced her and she rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Thank you, Peeta, thank you…" She said, gasping because she had started to cry softly. He rubbed her back.

"You're welcome."
"You saved her. You saved Prim," She whimpered.

"Mm hm." Peeta kissed her temple. He ran his fingers along her white hospital gown, which was surprisingly thick and fleecy for clothes you'd find on a hospital patient. Katniss pulled her head away but kept her arms around him. She looked up at him and he looked down at her face. Her grey eyes looked tired. He still thought she looked cute this way. The way she sat in front of Peeta made her look like a baby in the body of a 17 year old grabbing onto its parent's chest. Peeta put his arms right above her waist and hoisted her up so his face was closer to hers. He touched his nose to Katniss's. A small smile crept onto her face and she started to nuzzle her nose against his. Peeta smiled back.

He wanted to kiss her lips. But for some reason that he couldn't quite form, he believed that he wasn't supposed to.

The concussions had changed her. But Peeta knew that over time her strange memory and actions would stop being the way they currently were, that she wouldn't be like this forever.

"Do you remember what occurred a few weeks before we left 13?"

Her brow furrowed and she looked away. "Um…"
"How could you forget? It was a big obstacle for us. Despite how small 'it' is." A few seconds passed until her brow straitened itself out.

Her mouth opened slightly. "Ooh." She sighed.

Gently she lowered her head to Peeta's chest and snuggled closer to his body. She put her hands on his chest and smiled softly when she heard his soothing heartbeat. "We made a baby, before leaving on the mission," She recalled. "By accident."

"Mm hm. You're going to be a mother."

She nodded. "Yeah."

Katniss was scared and felt like she was going to be a horrible mother. She was scared of giving birth to it mainly. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like. "Is it okay?"

He shrugged. "I hope it is."

Katniss tilted her head in question. "You don't know? But we're in a hospital."
"I couldn't tell them. This war isn't over until Snow dies. We still need to keep it a secret. If I told one of the nurses they'd probably pass it on. You know how people are here in the Capitol."

"But… we have to know how it's doing. How are we going to know if we can't tell the doctors?"
"Because we're going home in a few days. We'll find out there."
"We don't have a home. It's gone, remember?"

"Well guess what?" He said he said in a whisper.

"What?" She whispered back.

"They're reconstructing it. The refugees are going back to clean it all up. There were a lot of people from other districts who volunteered to help, too."

"How long will we have to wait, then?"

"About 5 days. Not too long. So don't worry. It's all going to be okay."

She nodded. Katniss was happy to know she was going home, despite 12 was going to be different.

"Have any names came to you yet?"
"Um… Not in particular. I like the name 'Saffron' though."

"What does Saffron mean?"
"It's a spice. And a shade of red. No… no not red. Yellow, I think. It's the name of a shade of yellow and the flower is purple. But the spice is red."

"Sounds pretty. And if it's a boy?"
"That I do not know."

"Not any kind of tree you know? Or plant?"

"Oh, there's tons. It's just that not many of them appeal to me… Alder, Bracken, Ash… There's more. But I don't want to name our son after plants or trees for some reason."

Peeta opened his mouth but she added something.

"Or bread."
This quickly brought a laugh to Peeta. Katniss smiled and ran her fingers through his blonde, puffy hair.

"That hurt."

"What?"
"That comment."

"Oh. Sorry. I just…"
"Nah, its okay, I understand. My dad was the one who had that 'name the boys after bread' idea and for some reason my mom agreed."

"Oh." She said in a high pitched voice. She then snorted.

"I wonder what my sister's name would have been."
"Sister?"
"I just wonder if I had ever had one."

"Oh."

"My dad would want to name her 'Muffin' or something."

"That sounds like a name you'd give a cat or a dog."

Peeta shrugged.

Katniss bit her lip. "…Pansy cake."

Both of them snorted and burst out laughing. Peeta held her close to him and continued laughing. "Pansy cake." He whispered.

Several minutes after they finished, Katniss found herself lying next to Peeta on the hospital bed. He had fallen asleep and she was running her fingers through his soft curls. She was wrapped in his strong and warm arms. Her body was pressed up against his. Peeta had fallen almost an hour ago.

Katniss brought her face closer and planted a kiss on his lips in a way that wasn't passionate nor soft. She let her tongue slide along his bottom lip slightly. When she parted their lips, she kissed his nose. She was going to miss moments like this.

Because she knew that's someday she'd have to tell him about her and Gale.