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I wake up in between two crisp sheets in a hospital room. When I raise my head to look around, I drop it back down in pain. Peeta is instantly by my side.
"How are you feeling?" He asks me.
"Not so hot," I tell him. My voice is hoarse. He looks at me with a concerned look on his face.
"Katniss, when you screamed, you sounded like you were having a heart attack. It scared me to death." A tear slowly runs down his cheek. I reach up to wipe it away. That causes more tears. Peeta sinks down into the chair next to my bed. He puts his face in his hands.
"Peeta," I say and small sob escapes his throat. I can't bear to see him this way.
"Peeta, it's alright. I'm alright." I try to sit up to comfort him, but I fall back down. Peeta lifts his head up and looks at my. His eyes are bloodshot and tears stain his face. The sight of him looking like this makes me cry. He looks away when he sees my tears.
"Peeta, look at me," I tell him. He turns further away from me.
He mutters, "I'll go tell the doctor you're awake," and walks out of the room. I look down at myself. Under the sheets, all I'm wearing is a thin hospital gown. This suddenly makes me feel uncomfortable. Before I can consider my condition anymore, a tall, dark man wearing a white lab coat walks into the room.
"Your husband told me you were awake," he says with a voice that reminds me of someone. Finnick Jr! That's who it reminds me of. Where is Finnick?
"You seem to be doing alright, Mrs. Mellark. We will be releasing you in the morning," the doctor says. I look at the clock on the table next to my bed. "2:05am," it reads. When I look into the doctor's eyes, I start to cry.
"Mrs. Mellark, have you fell or hit you head lately?" he asks me with a concentrated look on his face.
"Why?"
He looks confused as he says, "Well it seems the cause of your breakdown was a concussion." Then, it comes to me. While I was in the woods, the day before I met Finnick Jr, I climbed a tree to gather some oranges for Peeta. I found out a few years ago that orange is not only his favorite color, but also his favorite fruit. I crawled out on the farthest branch to pick a perfect orange, but I misjudged the strength of the branch and fell almost 30 feet towards the ground. Later that day I found myself at the door to our home in the Victor's Village, completely unaware of what happened earlier that day.
"I just remembered that I fell from a tree outside of District 12 a few days ago," I say to the doctor.
"How far do you think you fell?" He asks me.
"Maybe 30 feet," I answer. He nods his head and walks out of the room. I look at the table beside my bed and see that the doctor left me two small morphling tablets. Peeta doesn't allow me to use morphling due to the fact that I got addicted to it back during the rebellion. I swallow them both dry, and slowly drift into a drug-induced sleep.