Chapter 14

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The drive to the hospital is unbearable. No one says a word. We listen to the radio, that's all. When we arrive at the hospital, Peeta walks to the desk and asks which room Gale is in.

"He's in the ICU right now honey." The perky nurse says. She looks at me. "You're going to pop in a couple of months, aren't you?"

I smile. "Yes. Just a month or so to go."

She smiles. She must be about 50 or so, wears glasses and has a grandmotherly aura. I like her.

"My name's Maybelle. When you do pop, come in and ask for me and ask for me. I'll get you a nice room, Mrs. Mockingjay."

I grin. "Thank you!"

We take the elevator to the seventh floor intensive care unit.

"Who are you here to see?" says a gum snapping nurse who looks like she hates her job.

"Gale Hawthorne." I say.

"Ha!" she guffaws. "The only one who ISN'T brain dead! What luck for you!"

"Yeah." I mumble. Peeta walks me to his door and I go in alone.

I look at Gale. No anger, no violence. Just Gale.

"Look. I'm pretty aware you can hear me. When I was in here, they thought I couldn't hear, but I could. I'm sure you can. I don't know why you would want me here. Gale, I think you're going to die. I've felt this way a while. These dreams where you die have been sneaking into my mind at night. I think you are going to die, Gale! Don't you have some response to this! You are going to die!" I start to cry.

"I'm not sticking around to watch you go down like this. I've already almost lost you twice. So you can call me if you wake up. I'm not waiting in this damn hospital until you die. I'M NOT WAITING GALE!"

His eyes flutter open. "It's another Peeta isn't it?"

I shake my head. "Yes."

He tries to smile. "Pick a name yet?"

"Nope."

He looks exhausted. "I had to say goodbye. I love you."

He breathes heavily. And just as I say "I love you, too." It happens. He drifts to death.

His heart monitor stops. Doctors rush in. They mutter things.

I meet Peeta in the hallway. "He's dead." I say.

His eyes go wide. "I'm sorry."

I smile. "Don't be."

"Let's pick a name?" I suggest.

"Okay." He says.

We drive home the same way we came. In silence.

When we get home I get our laptops. We peruse the internet for hours, and I have compiled a list of names. I let Peeta look at them.

Aiden- little fire

Hayden- welsh form of Aiden

Keegan- tiny little fire

"And my favorite is Aiden." I say.

Peeta gives me his list, which isn't all that impressive. But nonetheless, I look over it and make my remarks.

Ashton- from the eastern place

Matthew

Levi

Thomas

Carson

He skimped on the definitions, but that's okay.

"Well, I like Aiden, like I said."

"Okay" he says. "Middle names?"

"I like Joshua, Michael, James, or Jeremy." I say with a smile.

Peeta thinks a moment. "Aiden Joshua Mellark?"

I squeal. "That's what I picked!"

He smiles. "Then Aiden Joshua it is."

And just like that, we have a name for the miracle growing inside me.