It's four days before the Games and the morning sickness has haunted me every day. Along with the daily nightmares. Peeta pats my ever growing belly and I start crying. I am probably going to die and therefore my unborn children will die. I just want Peeta to be happy and dying will not help. but I know Peeta can look after Mum and Prim if I die and so I have to.

We meet for lunch with Haymitch and Effie and I say to Effie "I just hate being sick all the time." However, when my favorite, lamb stew, is served, I run from the room.

I can tell Peeta is in hot pursuit. I get to the bathroom just in time. Peeta enters and kneels by my side. He starts to rub circles on my back and I attempt a weak smile. This soon fades. As my meals make a reappearance, he holds my hair up and whispers soothing words to me. I fall against Peeta as I start crying. My eyes roll back and I become limp.

"Katniss. Katniss? KATNISS!" Peeta shakes me but it makes no difference. Haymitch comes running and stops when he sees me on the floor apparently not breathing. Peeta kneels by my side, sobbing. Haymitch's face grows severe. He gets a portable bed and lays me on it. He makes a call to the hospital and gets all the tributes to gather in the reception of the building excluding Peeta. He wants them all to see me.

He gets me into the lift and instructs Peeta to not stop crying. He has no trouble with that. When the tributes see me, they run after us. Finnick grabs Peeta and carries him on his shoulders to the hospital.

The next thing I am actually fully aware of is the beeping of machines. Peeta has his head on my bed, fast asleep and I shake his shoulder.

"Katniss! Doctor come quick, Katniss is awake." Peeta yells and the doctors unhook me from machines.

"We have not found a cure for the fainting or a reason so you are free to go. You have to leave in a wheelchair though." the doctor explains.

Peeta lowers me into the wheelchair. I groan when he starts to push the wheelchair.

"What's wrong Katniss?" Peeta worries.

"Nothing, I just feel tired. Can you go less bumpy so I can sleep?" I murmur. I fall asleep in moments and when the tributes see me, they plague Peeta with questions. Peeta just tells them to be quiet so I can sleep and I need my rest. We leave the hospital and get back to the flat where he just lays me down, still wearing a hospital gown, on a ready made sofa bed.

My dream that night is disturbing. I dream Peeta is dead and Gale is in the arena. I'm still pregnant with Peeta's kids but Gale does not care. In the night, he slits my tummy and takes out the babies. Prim comes in with an evil glint in her eyes and she haphazardly stitches me back up. She proceeds to cutting up the kids and using them for research. I just yell and yell at Prim. And it turns out I am not just yelling in my sleep. I wake up to Peeta and Haymitch's faces full of concern.

"I had a nightmare where Peeta was dead, Gale cut me open and stole the baby. Prim came in, stitched me up and cut up the babies for research." I panic.

"Don't worry," says Peeta, "It's not going to happen. For now, it's time to get ready for the arena."

Cinna meets me in my bedroom since I am really tired. I have to ask to use the bathroom more than 3 times. Cinna gets annoyed and says, "You're pregnant. I won't stop you from using the bathroom. To be honest, I have seen you naked before so it doesn't faze me. But Peeta's ready so he can come in here."

"God you've grown again" Cinna frowns at my belly.

"What do you expect? I am carrying two more people in my body than you would ever know! And the cravings don't help..."I grumble.

"Sorry, sorry." Cinna says "Luckily the outfit is really stretchy. They sent an outfit 5 sizes bigger than you're normal size. Plenty of room to grow in it."

The hovercraft arrives and we enter. Cinna presses me to eat but I know it won't stay down very long. All I can do is sip bits of water to settle my stomach. Soon we land at the launch room in the arena. I step onto the metal plate. Suddenly three peacemakers seize Cinna and beat him up. The plate rises and I see the arena. I think to myself:

This is no place for the Girl on Fire.