Hey guys! I am so so so so so so soooooo sorry for not updating for like a week. I was actually really busy last week (surprise, surprise) even though it was vacation and every time I would sit down to write I would not be focused or get distracted or get writer's block. So I really hope you guys like this chapter. I will try updating roughly every other day if I can, cause it is close to the end of the school year and I have a lot of work to do. Still so sorry and hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, only Suzanne Collins does. :)

Prim's POV

I totally space out, refusing to believe what I just discovered to be true. "Prim? Prim? Can you hear me?", Peeta asks in a gentle tone. I finally accept the situation, my knees buckle and my face crashes into the carpet on the floor of the train. Tears stream down my face as thoughts of certain death flood my mind. It seems like I can almost feel the poison coursing through my veins, I get a sudden shiver down my back. Screams exit my mouth, beyond my control.

"I'm gonna die, I'm really gonna die, and there is nothing I can do!", my voice is now trembling. I ball up and start violently shaking, that's when Effie decides to enter.

"Primrose Everdeen! What are you doing?", she says in a voicing hauntingly similar to the day of the reaping. This just causes me to become more unstable and soon enough I'm shaking, shivering, and rocking back and forth, envisioning my true and awful fate.

"Effie! Your not helping!", Peeta yells at her.

"Well, she is using absolutely no manners. This is not the way anyone should act when a person enters the room.", Effie replies.

"What do you expect from her? She has blood poisoning!", Peeta shrieks while lightly rubbing my back, trying to calm me down.

"How was I supposed to know?", shrills Effie, in that Capitol accent of hers.

"I don't know, maybe stop and THINK about what's going on before commenting on it!", Peeta yells, while giving Effie a look that says 'I want to kill you right now so shut up'. He kneels down next to me and whispers "I'm going to take you to the infirmary now, OK?". I give a slight nod, still sobbing and too afraid to speak. Peeta gently lifts me into his arms and carries me through several train compartments but before we can reach our destination, who stops us, only Haymitch himself, not only hungover but newly drunk for the day.

"What's going on?", he asks groggily.

"None of your business", Peeta says while trying to evade Haymitch.

"I'm your mentor, everything's my business!", he starts yelling some stupid rant I'm too distracted to listen to.

"Fine! She has blood poisoning! Happy?", Peeta screeches. He extends my arm to show Haymitch.

"OW!", I yelp helplessly.

"Well, I'm not particularly thrilled especially because, SHE CAN'T FIGHT LIKE THIS! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WHOLE PROTECTING HER THING, HUH?", I can tell Haymitch is really getting on Peeta's nerves, so I whisper that we should really get to the infirmary. He agrees, but not before punching Haymitch in the face and watching him crumple to the floor. After this he sprints through the rest of the train until we finally get there. Peeta lays me down on the metal examination table. It's as cold as ice, I start trembling again, not only from the table but from being so incredibly frightened. More so than I have ever been in my entire life. Being able to breathe becomes progressively more difficult. I can't tell if it's from fear or from the poison now making its way all through my shaking body. I start completely hyperventilating, when Peeta's hand encases mine and doesn't let go.

"Don't be afraid to squeeze my hand as hard as can whenever you're scared or worried.", I instantly crush his hand with all my might. "Try not to break it", he says with a slight chuckle. This makes a half smile slowly creep on my lips. I notice now that Peeta is the older brother I always wanted but never had and never will have. I mean I love Katniss to pieces of course, but it's just not the same and it never could be. My breathing starts to slow down when finally the doctor arrives. Peeta explains the situation and with every word he utters the doctor's face becomes grimmer and more concerned. he starts to examine my arm, just his touch causes me to tense up and clasp Peeta's hand once again. Tears swell in the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall. The doctor confirms my fear, it is in fact blood poisoning and apparently a very serious case. He also tells us that he doesn't even have close to the correct medicine my case needs, I will have to wait till we arrive in the Capitol. This starts the tears rolling down the side of my face, forming tiny puddles on the slick metal surface below me.

"Shh, shh. It's alright Prim, you'll be fine.", Peeta whispers while slowly smoothing my blond hair back. The doctor gives me a shot of something, with no warning. So when it's injected I embrace Peeta's hand so hard I see him wince in pain, only to put on a reassuring smile right after to cover up. I sniffle a few times, trying to gain composure before even attempting to leave the room. Peeta keeps his hand locked with mine as we depart to the dining car after realizing I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm absolutely famished. I almost faint at the sight and smell of so much delicious, rich food, I have no clue where to begin. I grab as much food as can fit on my plate and take a seat next to Peeta. I almost forget about my arm until I reach for my drink and it completely spazzes out on me. I quickly recoil and it suddenly stops. I have to resort to using my left hand only, which is extremely difficult for a righty. I make it through breakfast and stroll down to my room to wash up. I find a now carefully cleaned mockingjay pin sitting on me nightstand. The fact that all of District Twelve has been removed from it rubs me the wrong way. I flip out and kick my nightstand, then I grab the lamp that was previously laying on it and throw it against the wall with my right arm, not even realizing the pain. The lamp shatters into many small pieces scattering across the floor. I hear Peeta's footsteps sprinting down the hall, I don't even care anymore. I collapse on my bed and fall right asleep with tears in my eyes as Peeta enters the room.

I really hope you guys liked it. I am hoping to regularly update but with so much school work I make no promises. Please review and give me as much feedback as you can as a young person knowing things I did well and not so well is really helpful. Thank you so much for ready and dealing with me. Please review! Thanks! =)