As requested, and promised chapter 9 begins. Read below, you know you want too. Haha.
"Katniss?" I gasped, lifting her head into my lap. "Darling?" Tears started to fall off my face when she gasped that word. "Yes, I'm here. Shh, I'm right here." I choked; she sort of smiled in her weak state. "Peeta? I thought you were dead." I shook my head, "No not quite. But I've got to get you out of here. You're bleeding." I warned her. "I know, but Peeta, I can't feel anything. Am I dying?" I froze, I never thought of that. There is a lot of blood, and…I stopped myself. "No, I'm going to get you out of here." I gently lifted her head up, and took my jacket off so that she could lay on that. I stood up and started to dig her out. Rock by rock, coal by coal, I unburied my wife.
Her legs were both fine, although they were bruised and scratched. But to thank the Lord, they weren't broken. I discovered a huge cut in her hip, which was where all the blood was from. And once I got every single rock off her lower body she felt an immense about of pain! So she wasn't paralyzed, but I still didn't know if the baby was alive. I hated to think it wasn't, but I had no way of knowing anything. So I stuck with getting Katniss as comfortable as possible, and started to look for a way out. The people, who blew the mine, must have figured we were killed. It had been about an hour and no one tried to come down here to see. So I pretty much believed we were safe from them. And now the only thing that endangered us was, well let me see. First, Katniss could bleed to death. Second, we could get buried again. Thirdly, we could die of dehydration, let's face it we have no water. And finally, everyone out there, including Gale, could believe we are dead, and never ever try to dig us out.
I had a lot to worry about. I didn't even want to think about anything else, but let's get the hell out of here! And quickly! Katniss needed medical attention, and so did I. I didn't let Katniss know that I discovered a hideous cut on my left shoulder. But since it was dark and we were covered in coal dust, it was hard to tell I was bleeding. So I doubt she'll even notice. Add that to the list, I may die as well. And worst of all I may die first, and then Katniss and the baby would die. Because I wasn't here to get them both out! I shuttered at the thought, "Peeta? Is something-um-more wrong?" Katniss asked me weakly. "No, I just have to find a way out." She nodded and closed her eyes. She needed to sleep, so I tried to be quiet.
But after two whole hours of digging I collapsed from dehydration and loss of blood. We were going to die, and fast. Katniss won't wake when I shake her. So I pulled her into my arms and drifted off as well.