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Katniss's POV

When I woke up, he was still by my side. I turned over to see him just smiling that amazing smile that I love so much just smiling at me, why I'm receiving this treatment is unclear, but I'm going to enjoy it anyway.

"How did you sleep?"

"Peacefully, thanks to you." his smile widens at this.

"Amazingly, knowing you were safely in my arms." I can tell I'm blushing, he leans over and kisses me softly, then parting my lips and deepening the kiss. When he backs away, my smile is so wide that he kisses me again, and then he goes downstairs to make us a divine breakfast. As I start to get up, he stops me.

"No, stay up here, I will bring it to you and we will eat it together." he smiles while he says it. I don't object since he seems to be so happy to do it, and I don't really mind the idea myself.

It helped so much to have Peeta by my side last night. Being snuggled up in the warmth of his arms, I could hear his heart beat, and there really is nothing more amazing as having him beside me safeguarding my dreams, keeping the nightmares away. Since it's the second night in a row with no nightmares, I'd say Peeta is having a profound effect on my mood and my sleeping patterns. All I can think is I love him, I love him, I love him, how am I going to ever be able to tell him that though, I may not ever be able to. I'm so blissful at this very moment I don't know if it could ever be better. I decide to go back to sleep for a while until he comes up here and we eat our breakfast.

After what feels like an hour, he finally walks upstairs and into the room, still smiling and laughing at me not being totally awake.

"I thought you would have got up by now, the rebel that you are. Well we have the chef's favorite food today, bread and eggs, just for the chef's favorite person." I blush, and yet again he kisses me, but this time just for a second, and he sits down on the bed. There, we eat our breakfast together, he feeds me and I feed him the bread. Enjoying our breakfast and each others company, I am content and I think he is too. We eventually finish the breakfast, and no matter how much I don't want him to, he gets ready to go to work. Since the bakery has been remodeled, the only proper baker in town is Peeta, its his first day there, and I don't want to see him go, and it might reciprocate old memories and make him have an episode, turning on me. I start to get ready to go in with him, to be there for him today. He comes out of the bathroom all ready for the day when he sees me equally as ready. He looks puzzled at this.

"Are you going hunting today?"

"No."

"Then where are you going?"

"With you to the bakery." I reply, knowing that he is going to fight me on this.

"I can't let you do that."

"Are you going to stop me?"

"No, I will just ask you to please not go. I don't know if those memorys will generate an episode, so it's not safe for you to be around me today. I don't know what I would do if I….I can't even bear to think about it. Anyway, I would greatly appreciate it if you stay here, for me if you're not concerned for your own life."

"I'm going, you won't hurt me, I know you won't, I believe in you."

"Sorry, but you believe wrong, this Peeta won't hurt you, but capitol Peeta might. I'll make Haymitch baby-sit you if you don't agree." he is very determined about this.

"Nope, lets go." he is not about to take this from me.

"Ok."

We walk to the bakery silently, he's obviously not pleased that he lost the argument. All well, I did, and he will be grateful for it later. We enter the bakery through what used to be Peeta's front porch. I can tell he's not totally sound in the head right now, so I kiss him to remind him that I'm here for him. He looks over at me, in what I expect to be those loving eyes that I dream about, but they're not. They've lost that sparkle of kindness and have been replaced with an unpleasant imitation of Peeta's eyes. This isn't my Peeta anymore, it's Snows.

"Why did you kill my family!?" He yells as he grabs me into his arms and elevates my body into the air, prepared to throw me. I'm petrified with fear by this point.

"Peeta, this isn't real, not real, not real, not real, not real! Peeta, I love you!" hearing those last three words sends him back to reality and he falls to his knees, still dropping me, but not the distance that he was prepared to, which I'm thankful for. The first thing to hit the ground is, considering my luck, its my head, and then the rest of my body follows." I try to sit up, but when I do, the world starts to spin and I see Peeta's face for a split second before I only see black.

Peeta's POV

Oh my god, what have I done? Katniss is lying on the ground, looking unconscious. Did I just have an episode? Am I the one who hurt her? I told her not to come with me today. I knew this would happen.

"Katniss, can you hear me? Capitol Peeta is gone, this is your Peeta talking. Oh honey I'm so sorry. I should never have gone in when you were with me." I'm consumed with guilt, but then I think, she still has a pulse, so hopefully she still can smell. I'll take her to Haymitch's and she will hopefully wake up to the smell of liquor. I scoop her up as gently as I can, and take her to Haymitch. She never moves the whole way, but I can still feel her breathing, so I'm not overly worried.

We get to Haymitch's house, I don't even knock. I just barge in.

"Kid, what's going on with the girl?" his voice is concerned.

"Get me a drink and I'll explain."

"Uh kid, do you really think now is the time for that?"

"Just do it Haymitch!" I yell with a force that is unlike myself. When Haymitch brings the drink I hold it up to her nose, and she opens her eyes. I breath a breath of relief and hold her to me.

"I'm so sorry. I will never do anything like that again. I promise, I promise, I promise. I love you so much. I will never do anything to hurt you, ever again." she seems confused, and I take it she has a concussion. She tries to sit up, and I stop her.

"No, just keep laying down, it will help. I'm going to go talk to Haymitch for a while."

"No. Don't, just stay here with me please." I have no idea why she would want to be with me, but still she wants it so I have no choice but to not argue.

"Ok. But I'm going to take you home now, so hold on to me. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't trust me anymore, but would you rather stay here than in the comfort of your own bed?"

"I still trust you." she replies as her eyes start to close.

"No, you can't sleep until there is someone to check your head injury out." I order her, I usually wouldn't be so mean, but she has to stay awake.

When we get home, I lay her on the couch and go to the phone. Now almost everyone in 12 has their own phone. I know just the person to call. Although I detest her son, I know that she's the only one that can help right now. I dial Hazelle's number and she picks up on the second ring. I explain to her about Katniss, and she says she will be right over.

About ten minutes later she comes through the door and I have to watch while she examines Katniss's head, does tests on her to see if she can hold focus, and finally gives her asprin and a herbal drink to make it so she can sleep. Hazelle starts to head out of the door and I go to tell her how sincerely grateful I am for her coming.

I finally go to Haymitch's once I see that she is all right. As soon as I enter, Haymitch yells at me.

"What the hell was wrong with her?"

"I did it." I say with all the quilt that I have been holding on to since it occurred.

"How? You love that girl more than life itself. What happened?"

"I had an episode. I lifted her up as high as I could get my arms to reach, prepared to throw her and she calmed me down. I came falling back to reality, literally. She didn't have time to get to her feet, and fell, her head was the first thing to hit the ground. She has a concussion, Hazelle told me. She gave her some medicine and now she is sleeping."

"Oh. Now that explains it. I'm sorry kid. I had no idea." his voice has gotten lower and its obvious that he is sorry for both of us. I decide that she is never going to the bakery with me again, and I will be sleeping in my house from now on. I can't believe I hurt her. I will never trust myself again. Tonight though, I have to sleep over there, to make sure she is ok through the night. I don't know what's to come of tomorrow, but I won't stay over there much longer after she wakes up. How do I expect her to even face me now that I've hurt her so badly? That is a question I will figure out tomorrow, because right now, I'm going to go sleep on the floor in her house so if she has a nightmare, I can be there for her.

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