Chapter 35
Katniss's POV
The next morning…
"COMEONHAYMITCHLET'SGO!" I scream in Haymitch's ear, waking him up.
He gasps and slashes out with his knife. Luckily I'm a good 5 feet away from him.
"What-who-where?" Haymitch starts, then sees me standing there, and rubs a hand over his face and sighs.
"Right, the twerp." Haymitch growls.
He walks up the stairs, and I listen to him thumping around up there, then a few minutes he appears at the top of the stairs, his shirt different, and hisses, "All right, let's go."
Haymitch is NOT sober.
Yikes.
I limp after him, my heart nearly bursting with happiness.
Peeta.
My husband.
Is fine.
He's alive!
I can see him!
I walk after Haymitch, into the hospital, to the room where Peeta is staying at.
Haymitch doesn't even knock, he just barges into the room, he's that drunk.
"Here's the twerp." Haymitch slurs.
I look at Peeta, his eyes wide open, like crystals in the sunlight, as Dr. Grey shines a light in them.
Peeta looks tired.
So does Dr. Grey.
"Peeta?" I whisper.
I limp over to where he's sitting, and his head turns in my general direction.
But his eyes do not meet my eyes.
Am I that repulsive?
"Katniss?" Peeta's voice betrays the joy and happiness of me being here.
Then his voice changes to confusion.
"Katniss? Where are you?" He grabs for my hand, but he's grabbing the opposite way of where my hand is.
"Peeta? What's wrong?" I whisper.
"Everything's dark!" He says in frustration.
"Idiots." Haymitch slurs,
"He's blind."