Two weeks had passed, and the twitching had failed to stop. Peeta would be seemingly fine, baking, cleaning, painting, and then all the sudden he would go into another twitching fit. Oh how many cakes would be ruined each day, but Peeta would not stop baking! The many paintings obliterated, and yet he still managed to paint!
Katniss had come to the conclusion that today would be a great day to get some fresh air. With that decision made, Peeta and Katniss prepared for a pic-nick in the meadows. Peeta was in the kitchen, making sandwiches. He tenderly picked up a knife to cut the loaf of bread on the counter into slices. He steadied his hand, and sliced the first piece. Nothing was heard but the thump of bread on the counter.
"Sweet!" he exclaimed in a hushed yelp. He began to slice slightly faster now. He hadn't twitched yet! Maybe, his spasms would forget about him for the day, and let him relax! Suddenly, his arm lurched, stabbing the hand holding the bread steady with the knife. He gasped and bit his lip as to not scream. He didn't want to alarm Katniss. She was always very preoccupied with the baby and all, anyways. She, right now, was reading a book on the couch. He then dropped the knife, and ran to the bathroom as fast as possible.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" he chanted, trying to stop the bleeding with his shirt tail. Soon, the whole front of his white shirt was soaked in blood. He then looked at his hand, which was much worse off than he had thought. There was one sharp slice going at a sideways angle into the top of his hand. He gently pulled up the slab of flesh hanging loosely on his hand, and thought he could almost see bone.
"Oh!" he yelped in pain and shock, "that's... ow..."
He kicked open the cabinet under the sink, and began to rummage around with his good hand for their first-aid kit. Finding it, he pulled out some gauze and quickly wrapped it up. He could, and should, call for Katniss, she could do a better job cleaning and bandaging, but he didn't want to alarm her. He wanted to show that, contrary to his wife's belief, he could still function normally.
"Peeta, are you okay?" Katniss called from her spot on the couch.
"mmm, sure..."
He suddenly rushed back into the kitchen to start his second attempt at making sandwiches.
"Dangit." he muttered. The bread was soaked in crimson blood.
"We'll just, uh, not eat sandwiches today..."
He had been defeated. He walked into the living room, and sat down beside his love.
She looked up from her book and laid her head on his shaky shoulder. His hand twitched lightly.
"Honey?" she asked.
"hm?"
Peeta was drifting in and out of a state of daze, probably caused by blood loss.
"What's with your hand?"
"uh..."
"Peeta?" she demanded, feeling slightly more concerned with the circumstance.
"It's fine..."
She grabbed his hand, and he let out a yell.
"What the heck did you do?"
"I-I cut my hand. While making sandwiches."
"Can I see?" she asked, her tone going soft with pity.
"Sure," he held out his hand, "gentle."
She very carefully pealed off the gauze, and gasped at the cut.
"Peeta! Why didn't you come and get me?"
"You seemed so peace full, and I know you need all the rest-"
"Peeta."
"Fine. I... I wanted to do it on my own."
"Okay, but next time, don't scare me like that!"
"okay?"
He fixed back the gauze over the seeping cut.
"Just, the next time you try to cut your hand off, give me a heads up."
"Will do..."
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Oh my gosh guys, I'm going to see the movie in two days! I'm gonna die! So, here this is, hope ya like it! Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please, for Peeta's sake, review! Zank wew! Peace! - LightIsTheKey14
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