Katniss is not dreaming but this isn't the end. She isn't dead guys.
PEETA'S POV
"Just go over there and tell her you fucked up." Rye says. Why do I keep doing this? Breaking up with her and then leaving? What's wrong with me?
"Fine…" I grumble. Mom's phone starts ringing and she presses answer and I can hear screaming on the other line.
"Johanna, calm down honey, I can't understand you." Mom says calmly. She's screaming and nobody can actually understand but I know something's terribly wrong and I have a feeling it has to do with Katniss. I don't think she would actually try to kill herself. She wouldn't do that. I take my mom's phone and try to make out some words. I can hear people shouting in the background.
"Johanna, take a deep breath or drink some water or something and then tell me what happened." I lean against the wall. She's probably overreacting or something. I hear a long pause and it sounds like she's crying.
"Katniss overdosed of sleeping pills and…she's unconscious and…she's on the way to the hospital but…they don't know if they can save her…" she whispers. "She's going to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center." I can't breathe. This is my fault. She said she would kill herself. She warned me. I didn't believe her. I thought what she needed was to be single because I always seem to fuck something up. But I was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. "Peeta, we don't fucking hate you yet, but if she dies, I will kill you. I fucking promise. You better get your ass to the hospital right the fuck now. I know you're an idiot and didn't mean to break up with her and blah blah blah but if she's going to wake, I think the first face she would like to see is yours. If she dies, I want you there so I can see the pain in your eyes."
"I'm on my way." I hang up, my hands trembling. "Stupid! I'm so fucking stupid!" I punch a hole right through the wall. "She overdosed on sleeping pills and they were the huge ones!" then I'm out the door.
…a….
Now, all of us sit in the waiting room. I hate crying almost as much as I hate myself, and I want to let out some emotion but I have no way to let out emotion.
I sit with my head in my hands, my palms dug in. The pain is the only thing holding me onto sanity right now. How long has it been? Three hours?
"God dammit. How long does it take?" I demand.
"Son, we've been here forty minutes." Dad says.
"This is my fucking fault. She fucking told me she was going to do it and I didn't fucking believe her! She always says shit she doesn't mean!"
"I didn't believe her either." Johanna grumbles. We all try to talk about anything else for the next twenty minutes.
"Everdeen or Mellark or…" a doctor is standing there. We all look up.
"She's alive right? Please tell me you saved her." I beg him.
"She's alive. She's fine. She's awake, but she's tired and she won't eat anything. We got her to drink but she won't eat…she said that everything is, and I quote 'everything is fucking stupid and then she said she was sorry for almost dying' and then she pulled the heartbeat thing off her finger and started to get up. She is restrained to the bed and she's not really in a good mood…if anyone wants to brave it and go see her…go ahead, but she doesn't want anyone to see her."
"Well I'm going to see her anyways." I stand up.
"I'll go after you." Johanna says. Everyone nods in agreement. I follow the doctor down the hall.
"Just go on in. If you have any problems, just press the button below her left hand." He says.
"Wait," I begin quietly. "Are you sending her to rehab?" I ask. He hesitates.
"No. I'm giving her some suicide meds. Someone is going to have to keep a close eye on her." He says. "She'll be discharged when we're sure she's better. She just has to go to a therapist, or he will come to her. We're going to have him seem normal because we don't want the media to get suspicious. That will put stress on her and we want her to be not stressed at all."
"Alright, thank you, for saving her."
"It's what I do, Peeta, it's what I do." He pats my shoulder and walks away to another patients room. I open the door a crack. She looks absolutely pissed off, tugging at the restraints.
"Stupid fucking restraints." She tugs again, and then hisses.
"You know thrashing around isn't going to do you any favors." I shut the door. She looks at me.
"I want to go home." She says.
"You can't." I reply.
"I don't want this stupid thing on my finger. I can't stay in this damn bed." She thrashes around and cries out in pain. "Why did you break up with me? You said you loved me and you said always. But you left. I didn't even get to give you your Christmas gift. You left me Peeta. You said you wouldn't and you did. Why? Are you going to leave me again?"
"Are you willing to give me a second chance?" I ask.
"If you swear to god you won't leave." She coughs. "I can't even cover my mouth. I'm getting the flu and infecting your patients!" she shouts.
"I won't leave. I swear to god. Your only coughing because your thirty. Drink." I tell her.
"I can't fucking drink because I can't get the fucking cup because I'm fucking pinned like Jesus is to the cross." She grumbles.
"I'll get you your drink." I reach over her and grab her cup of water. I raise it to her lips and let her drink the whole thing.
"Why did you leave?" she demands.
"Because…" I take a deep breath. "I thought that maybe if you were single you'd be less stressed and that you wouldn't get heartbroken. You warned me and I didn't think you meant it. And you did."
She stares at me, giving the restraints an irritated tug. "Peeta, what if I did die? I don't even want to die. Why did I try to die? I don't want to die. Will you save me Peeta?" she asks.
"I will always be here to pick you back up off your feet." I whisper.
"When is everyone going home?" she whispers. I shrug.
"I don't know." I reply.
"I still want you to fuck me on my damn desk. I've been waiting long enough."
"And we will fuck on your desk." I kiss her forehead. "I am so sorry. For leaving, I guess the pressure with everything with Ellen and making sure everyone is pleased and then the shit with your Grandma…I guess it got to both of us, and instead of letting it out, I broke up with you and ran. That is the biggest mistake of my life."
"How's Johanna?" she whispers. I sigh.
"You…I have never seen her so…vulnerable. She said she was going to kill me if you die. She was screaming and crying on the phone and nobody could understand her." She sighs loudly and starts to shake her ankles and wrists violently. The heart thing falls off her finger and starts one long beep. A flood of nurses come running in and the doctor with them. He sighs sharply and puts the heart thing on her finger again. The nurses leave but he stays. She thrashes around till it falls again.
"Katniss stop doing that." The doctor says.
"Not until you take these restraints off." She says stubbornly. I sigh.
"No Katniss, I don't want you getting up." He says.
"I won't get up." She says.
"I'll make sure she doesn't get up." I speak up.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll take the restraints off if you eat something." He says. She narrows her eyes and lays back down.
"No deal. Take them off." She snaps.
"No." he replies.
"Whatever, go and get the rest of my family." She says. I raise my eyebrows, surprised at how rude she's being. "Please." She adds. He sighs and walks off.
"Why won't you eat?" I demand.
"I'm not hungry." She says.
"You have to eat." I beg.
"Why if I'm not hungry?" she asks.
"Because I know you are hungry." I reply. She thrashes around desperately. She won't stop. The family comes in and so does her doctor.
"Fine. You have to release me and then I'll eat." She says.
"No deal. You have to have your food in front of you. I'll release one hand so you can eat, and when you're done, I'll release everything else."
She sighs sharply. "No." she says. Johanna smiles. "If I give you six million dollars, will you discharge me?" she demands.
"I won't discharge you for all the money in the world. You're clearly not ready to be discharged."
"Let go of all the restraints or I'll scream bloody murder until you do." She says.
"No you won't. You can't scream."
"Wanna bet?" she asks.
"No. You can't. And don't try because you'll make yourself-" she tries to scream, and then she throws up water all over my shirt and jeans. I press my lips tightly together and hold my breath.
"Gross," Posy, who is Hazelle's youngest mumbles. She's only six years old.
Katniss looks up at me, her eyes wide. "I…oh my god, I am so sorry Peeta, I didn't…" she trails off.
"Do you want cheese buns?" I ask quietly. She nods excitedly. I pull off my shirt and stand up.
"I'll be back in a bit. Stop thrashing around," I walk out, back to my car. I know the paparazzi are snooping. They always are. I start to drive home. I'm swarmed immedatedly and I have to get in the garage with my car and go in through the side door. I take a shower and change my clothes and get my laptop and pack it and a ton of Katniss's favorite movies, and my laptop stand so she can have it in bed and I get her a fuzzy blanket and one of my pillows instead of the hospital ones and then I stuff them all in a backpack and pull on jeans over my white boxers and a t-shirt and then I go downstairs and whip up a dozen of cheese buns and I wrap them in tinfoil to keep them warm and get back in my car. I'm swarmed again and I'm irritated when I get to the hospital. I hurry inside and upstairs because they're annoying.
Katniss is arguing with the doctor, who looks amused.
"Please? Can I give you sixty million?" she begs.
"No Katniss." He laughs.
"How much money do you want?" she moans.
"I don't want your money." He replies.
"What about a billion dollars?" she asks.
"Alright, I'll take a billion dollars." He says. She sighs loudly.
"I haven't got a billion dollars." She mutters. "Peeta, can I borrow a billion dollars? I'll pay you back."
"Nope," I open my bag and rest my laptop, the stand, and the moves on the floor and make her sit up. I trade the hospital pillow with my pillow and strip her bed of her blankets and cover her with the fuzzy blanket.
"Where do you buy these things at?" she asks.
This just tells me how hungry and tired she really is because she's hyper.
"I don't know…I order them online." I reply. She tugs at the restraints and sighs. One of her hands is released. "Ha! I broke it!" she giggles.
"No you didn't, I let you go." He says comically. I rest the plate of cheese buns in front of her.
"Why does my pillow smell like you?" she asks.
"Because it's mine, so is the blanket."
"Will you get me one of these blankets?" she asks.
"You have one already," I reply.
'Can I keep this one too? Actually, can I have all of them?"
"You will talk about the blankets after you eat." Her doctor orders.
"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I ask. I was never told, but I'm acting like I was.
"Dr. Aurelius." He replies. "I'm also going to be her physiatrist." He says.
"I don't need a psychiatrist." Katniss says, her mouth half full. "I'm not crazy." she swallows and stuffs the forth entire cheese bun in her mouth. "Caj yhg ewleass ne ow?" she asks.
"You're going to choke." I tell her.
"An mot!" she swallows. "Am not!"
"What were you trying to say?" I ask.
"I said 'can you release me now?'." She says.
"Are you done eating?" Dr. Aurelius asks.
"Yes." She says. The restraints lifts off her and she crosses her legs and move her arm out of the reach of the restraints and snickers. "I was kidding." She continues to eat, and eventually, Dr. Aurelius leaves.
"Well I'm going home." The entire family says goodbye and leaves. Johanna is the only one that stays.
After a while though, she leaves too. Katniss drifts off, holding onto my hand. I fall asleep with my head resting next to hers, slumped over in my chair.
what do you think about kids for Katniss and Peeta? An adopted one?