Katniss
It's been days since I've been in this prison, maybe weeks. I feel as if I am in a trance and I can't tell the passing of time. Thrown back in my cell I feel abandoned and lonely, and hungry. I've only been fed meager amounts of bread and precious few sips of water. My baby does not like this and I wretch every few hours but there is nothing to come up. I wonder if this is how they plan to let me die. Starvation and dehydration is the slowest and that it the way Artemis said he would kill us. I am more worried for my baby than myself. Babies need nutrition to grow and with me not being fed properly and receiving no vitamins I am afraid I will lose her or she will be born with 2 toes instead of 20. It is these things I focus on to keep me from complete metal breakdown. That and I know Peeta needs me in one piece if I am ever to take the opportunity to rescue him, if an opportunity ever comes. My stomach has grown larger and I know I must be nearing my 6 month mark or at least I am big enough to be at that point. It will be noticed soon. Only the guard has seen me and only to bring in the sorry excuse for food. I manage to wrap myself in the scratchy blanket provided. It smelled and I thought I may have seen a spot of blood on the corner but when it got so cold in the already freezing room at night I was thankful to have it. I am still wrapped in the blanket when Artemis enters the room for the first time in a while.
"Would you like to see Peeta?" He already knows the answer. I don't question him. He doesn't summon the guard because he knows I would never try to escape without Peeta.
"Leave the blanket here" he says. I shake my head vigorously.
"No," I say. He stares at me as if to gauge my ability to be hiding a weapon in it then quickly answers. "Suit yourself."
"Follow me."
He takes me down the long corridor. We pass at least 20 doors before he stop and uses a key to open one. He leads me into the dark room only after I make him go in first. There was no way I was getting locked up again just yet. The room has a faint glow that is slowly eating up the darkness. I can make out grey walls and cold tile floors instead of the cobbles. Clearly this room is meant for something different than cell. It is also quite warm and I find myself loosening my blanket but quickly tightening it again. Artemis goes to a piece of glass on the wall and places his hand there. The glass lights up and the screen changes to a pad of numbers or what I assume are numbers. The code is set up where you can't see the numbers as they are constituted with a different character and they are all mixed up. It was like a puzzle to break. Artemis then places his eye up to the screen as well. I've heard the old expression 'Tighter than Fort Knox' and in this instance of my circumstance I know it is true. Artemis whispers a command to the glass and the wall opens up to reveal a panel of glass. It is pitch black until he presses a button the screen. The room lights up and I see Peeta on the table strapped down. I'm speechless and frozen. My heart starts to gallop and I fear Artemis can hear it. Is it possible for a 19 year old to have a heart attack? If so I may be having one right now. I finally come to my senses and run to the window. I place my hands on the glass and scream his name pleading with him to open his eyes. But he doesn't, just lies there like a corpse. Oh no. I press my face against the glass; I can barely detect a hint of color in his cheeks from the sickly pale but it is there just barely. I start to turn to Artemis my hands balled in furry. Words formed on the tip of my tongue.
"What do we have here," ask Artemis while staring at my extended abdomen. It was then that I realized I must have dropped my blanket and my only chance of keeping my baby safe.
Peeta
I could hear Katniss screaming my name while I was somewhere behind my eyelids. I tried to call to her but I felt so heavy. My arms and legs wouldn't move and my lips couldn't form words. It was so dark and I know she is lonely. I have to fight this fog. But it keeps fighting me pushing me back down to the deeps dungeon of oblivion. No. Push. I can't. Katniss I love you.
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