Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school and everything got the best of me. Bit of slow chapter, kinda loss all momentum in this story after being gone so long. Not really a Clato chapter, but be patient! Enjoy anyway?

Cato's POV

I lay there motionless in bed. Fuck, it's 3am already. I let out a moan as I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face into the soft pillow. It seemed as if it was only 20 minutes ago that Clove and I were on that couch talking, and when I had excused myself from dinner. Thankfully she understood. I was in no condition to eat after talking about Rose and Ivy, infact I would have, without a doubt, thrown up if I had eaten anything. I needed to stop thinking about it, yet my brain refused, making my every thought about them. I let out another agonised moan as somehow Clove had worked her way into the equation. No. I would never hurt her, especially not like that. I crushed my eyes shut, forcing my brain to just shut down any thought whatsoever. Better. I could fell my body loosen as I began to finally drift off.

I was once again woken by the sound of Cinna manoeuvring his way around my room. "Mornin' Sleepyhead," He flashed a smile my way as I sat upright, feeling the full affect of not sleeping last night. "Morning babysitter," I say, flashing my legendary smart ass grins. He laughed, chucking the blanket at my face. I couldn't help but crack up too, it was incredible how easy we got along. "So you have one on one today." My mood changed instantly, I let out a groan as I got up and went to my closet. "I know you hate it but -" I cut him off sharply, finishing his sentence. "But I have to go, it's in the rules." He let out a sigh not even bothering to continue, he and I both knew it was a going to be a losing battle for both of us. Might as well get this shit over with.

I stroll into the cafeteria, my mood obviously hadn't changed since my talk with Cinna, to my walk down here. I grabbed a tray and began packing the food on as my stomach growls at the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. Still warm. I shouldn't have skipped dinner! I mentally scold myself. I plop down in my usual spot at the table, but this time there was no tiny brunette sitting next to me. "Where's Clove?" I ask trying to keep the disappoint out of my voice. "Dunno, she's normally here by now," I hear Rue answer from across the table. Well this day just keeps getting better and better... I eat slowly, praying that it was a reasonable excuse to cut into my one one one session. Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day.My mind would occasionally drift to the subject of Clove as my eyes did to the doorway, hoping she would miraculously walk in. Snap out of it!My plans had been quickly shot down as Cinna had appeared at the table, 'reminding' me of the time and volunteering to personally escort me to the door of the therapist's office. Always one step a head...

"So, Cato, how are you this morning?" I roll my eyes at the predictable question. "Fine and dandy!" I say, letting the sarcasm hit him like bricks. He leaned back into his chair, his eyes focused hard on me. I shifted uncomfortably. "Okay. You and I both know that you don't want to be here. It's obvious, right? So what makes you think that way? That you don't need to be here? And then tell me why exactly you are here, what convinced you?" His voice was slightly harsher but nonetheless held the same calmness as any other professional therapist. I was taken back by his attitude, ok maybe he isn't the predictable type. I narrowed my eyes at him, "I don't need to be here cause I'm not fucking crazy. I get angry sometimes. There's a difference." My words were just as sharp as his as I spoke. This time it was him who shifted his position, he began to lean into me, his voice barely audible, "So why are you here?" I backed down as my ego began to fade, instantly thinking about Rose and Ivy. He had leaned back into his chair now, a somewhat smug smile on his face. He had won. He had gotten me to crack and he knew it too. A defeated sigh escaped my lips, "My sisters. I'm here because of my baby sisters. I don't want to hurt them." My head hung low as I spoke, I didn't dare to look into his eyes.

The session lasted longer than I expected, not because time had dragged on but because I had actually gone over time. Once we got passed our bumpy start, I couldn't shut up. He knew all the right things to say at all the right times, he knew how to keep me going, how to get me to go further into the subject. No wonder he was a professional, it seemed as if he had me wrapped around his finger, and I didn't care as much as I thought I would. I had opened up about my situation with Rose and Ivy, I had even told him slightly about my parents, my mum and my dad. And as the session grew longer, I couldn't help but bring up Clove every now and then. "So have you made friends with any other patients yet?" I smile instantly thinking of her, "Yeah a couple, but I get along really well with this one girl." He raised his dark eyebrow in curiosity, a smile playing on his lips, "Oh yeah? What she like?" That was it. That was my invitation to swoon over her, to get lost in the thought of her. "She's amazing. I ran into her the first day and we pretty much became best friends after that. She's a bit odd though, I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's perfectly normal at the same time. We played cards until like midnight 2 nights ago, she-" I was cut off by the sound of his laugh. I looked down embarrassed, Shit! Might as well write "I have a massive fucking crush on Clove" on my forehead. "Someone has a crush," his voice was light, mocking me gently. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I opened my mouth to protest but before I knew what I was even saying, words began to tumble out. "Yeah well she IS amazing, in every way. She's ridiculously beautiful and sweet, and adorable, and funny, and feisty, and small- god she's tiny! A cute tiny though..." I began to ramble on, not having any control of my mouth. Shut up! God damn it Shut up, Cato! But that was it, I was far too gone now, she was all I could think about. He had sat there listening politely and I gave him credit for that, considering I had been rambling on for a good hour. I needed to see her, to see her smile, hear her voice. I needed her. She was like my own personal drug, and I was far too addicted to stop.