A/N: So Peeta's addicted! What will happen next, with the conclusion of the Victory Tour?

Chapter 8

"Peeta!" I shout, causing him to miss injecting his arm.

"Katniss!" Peeta worriedly looks up.

"You're addicted to morphling?" I ask.

"Is that a bad thing? Besides, I'm a Victor. I'm allowed to have guilty pleasures, aren't I?" he asks.

"This is not a 'guilty pleasure'. This is hazardous!" I exclaim.

"Katniss! After I was whipped, I was given morphling. It took away the pain. The girls from 8 and 5 slipped my mind. I didn't have to think about them. I didn't have to cry over them. I like the morphling," he explains.

"Peeta, I'm just worried about you. That's all. Please stop the morphling. That's all I ask," I plead.

"Fine. Only because I love you. I'll stop," he says and throws out all of his shots. I know that this will take some time, though. He can't just quit. That's unhealthy.

The rest of the Districts go by quickly. Prim is greeted with glares from 4. District 3 is gloomy. 1 and 2 try to act cheery, but I can't help thinking of Cato, Clove, Marvel, and Glimmer. Finally, we get to the Capitol, which is one step closer to home.

Prim is taken to get ready for her interview.

"Peeta, are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine. It just hurts so much without morphling. I'm quitting, don't worry, but I keep seeing them. I don't even know their names," he says. I know that he is talking about the girls from 8 and 5. They haunt him. No one knows their names except for their families.

"I'm taking care of you tonight. Being in your arms keeps the demons away from me. I'll help you tonight. I can't have you go to morphling, so I'll help," I say, not giving him a choice.

"Thank you. I don't deserve someone as kind as you. All I do is take and you help me in so many ways," he says.

"That's not true! You help me all of the time. I wouldn't be able to function without you," I admit, feeling a blush creep onto my face. We are interrupted by the interview beginning.

Later that night, we go to a party, similar to the one that Peeta and I went to. This is where we found out about the twisted puke liquids that the citizens drank, depriving other Districts of food. But who cares about the Districts when you can eat?

Prim is as disgusted as I was when I found out about the drinks. Of course, she doesn't say anything to anyone's face, but her expression holds her feelings. The citizens of the Capitol are just too drunk to notice.

We finish the night and head back to District 12.

A/N: There we go! Victory Tour is over. It's always a pain to write interviews, so I didn't. Caesar is supposed to be funny, and, knowing me, I would butcher his sense of humor. Review, follow, and favorite.