Hello! I hope you all like the new chapter, the reason I started this story was to practice switching point of view, sorry if it's annoying, I tried my best. Also thanks for the reviews! I love reading them.

(Katniss's POV)

I register how swollen my tongue is, making it hard to swallow as I try to open my eyes. What happened? My head hurts, why can't I feel my hands? Someone's talking, are they underwater? Why is everything black? Oh, my eyes are closed. I can't open them.

"This one was pretty bad." A female voice whispers, "She'd been feeling bad all day, it was unavoidable. Don't blame yourself Mr. Mellark." I don't know who this Mellark is, but I hear him sigh and find it in myself to open my left eye. The nurse is there, her pale pink scrubs seem too bright like the rest of the room. A look around tells me I'm here again, in the bad room.

The doctors don't like when I'm sent here, I hear them argue in the hallway outside.

"Good morning." The nurse says sweetly, my vision is too blurry to read her name tag, "How do you feel?"

She must be new. Everyone knows I can't talk for a while in the bad room, at least most of the nurses and doctors do. "Katniss?" A man questions, that must be Mellark. His voice is lower when I hear him ask, "Is she awake?"

"Yes." The nurse answers, "But it'll take a while for her speech to come back. I have a few more patients to check on, feel free to sit with here, Peeta." Peeta? I know Peeta. My head hurts thinking about him, Peeta brings cheese buns, I like cheese buns. The nurse leaves and the door clicks closed softly.

I try to ask what happened, try to find out why the nurse left. I don't like when they leave, every beep of the machines feels too loud, too close. I can't feel it, but the bed's propped up enough to let me see the man at my bedside hold my hand in his own. It's weird, not knowing how to hold his back, because for a second all I want to do is hold his hand as tight as he'll allow, the thought brings on a sharp pain in my head.

I must wince because Peeta asks, "Are you OK?"

I think so, I say, although it comes out a jumbled mess.

Peeta isn't bothered though, he simply nods as if he understands, as if I'm a small child in need of comfort. I kind of am, needy and helpless, always ending up in this brightly lit room. My regular visitor is the only one that comes and visits me, and suddenly, even though thinking about it makes my head pound, I think about the fact I've never seen my mother, my friends from the time I can remember before this place.

Peeta sits there, a torn expression between sadness and worry when I ask as best I can, "W-w-where's my m-other?"

He doesn't answer me, just continues to hold my hand as if it's keeping him tied down, I try again, "W-why isn't my mom h-here?"

(Peeta's POV)

Her mother? How am I going to explain that to her, should I even try? She had a seizure from goat cheese, how's Katniss going to handle knowing why her mother doesn't come around. Your only living relative doesn't come say hello cause she's busy visiting her dead husband and daughter's graves instead, also she's blames the accident on you. I'm not breaking that news to her.

"Your mom's out of state right now," I choose instead, "Working at a children's hospital on the coast."

Katniss eyes light up, "She loves medicine," Her face falls, "She's not coming?"

"Not yet," I lie in hopes of convincing the older woman later.

A way of coping with death, the doctors told me, erasing memories. It's not total memory loss, Katniss can remember everything before Prim was born. Her mother and father, her best friend Gale who nobody can find, even the angry cat she always told me about, Buttercup. Katniss sat down with the doctors told them all she knows, and they've figure out the blank starts at 10 years old. 13 years just gone. Disappeared.

Our life together gone.

Her baby sister, gone.

I'm gone, she only knows me as a visitor. All those dates, flowers, kisses and touches vanished. We've shared deep secrets, and she can't even remember my last name. It's weird, watching your girlfriend examine you like a stranger.

I realize that as I've been lost in thought Katniss has drifted off, her mouth open slightly, eyes fluttering beneath her eyelids. I use to see her like this every night, let her soft snores lull me to sleep, wake up to her making coffee and burning pancakes on a Sunday morning, and come home to Katniss with a hot, greasy pizza on a weeknight after staying late at the bakery. Her singing in the shower as I got dressed in the morning, and her sweet smelling soaps and girl things in the bathroom.

I miss it all, and Katniss can't even remember it to miss what we had.

I won't give up though, even if she'll never get that back. I love Katniss too much, but now I need to convince her mother to have lunch with us.

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