I hate to say it, but this is the last chapter, then the epilogue. I have this new story on my mind and I have to write it or I'll die.
I am so tired, but I can't even sleep. I sigh angrily and throw the covers off of me and go downstairs.
The only thing I can think of is that little Jeremy, who is currently dying from cancer.
The guy's words ring in my ears. We don't have the money to cure him. He's the sweetest.
He was a small four year old child with blond hair that was fall out. He had on a red ball cap, a pair of little boy jeans and a white tee shirt.
I held him in my arms.
The look on the boy's face was heartbreaking. He
He's scared to die.
I want that little boy to live. I want him to live and then I want to adopt him.
I have the money to cure him.
I have more than enough money to cure him and I didn't do it.
What kind of animal am I?
I picture the little boy on Christmas morning.
"Mommy! Daddy! Santa came! Wake up! Santa came!"
I open my eyes to see Jeremy jumping on our bed in his onesie money pajama's.
I'm crying suddenly. I need to save that boy.
I'm so thankful that my family and Peeta's family are staying with Rye.
"Peeta!" I shout. "We need to talk right now!"
I don't actually even care it's three in the morning. I'm in a tank top and boyshorts. He trudges downstairs, half awake. "What?" he groans.
"I want to adopt that little boy." I tell him. He wakes right up.
"What? Katniss, he's dying-"
"They don't have the money to cure him! He's an innocent little boy and he's dying! Peeta, I can't let it happen. He's an orphan. I want to cure him and I want to adopt him. Don't you see it; him running into our room on Christmas morning, screaming for us to wake up in a white monkey onesie? Peeta, please, I can't let him die. I can't let Jeremy die, knowing I can save him. You've always wanted children."
"I know but I wanted to make children," he says.
"We still can! What's so wrong with adopting! Cinna's adopted!"
"Nothing's wrong I just didn't know you wanted to." He says.
"Please? Please Peeta?" I beg.
"Alright. Fine, not come back to bed."
"No. I'll go back to bed once he's in the hospital to be cured." Then I storm upstairs and pull on a tee shirt, skinny jeans and flip flops. I brush my hair and grab my phone and car keys. He pulls on jeans and a tee shirt. "You're coming with me?" I demand.
"Obviously I'm coming with you. This is our son we're talking about." He smiles and follows me out to the car.
After sitting there for an hour and a half on Google, trying to find out where this boy is, we head out.
When we pull up in front of the orphanage, I knock on the door impatiently while Peeta rings the doorbell insistently. A women opens the door with a very irritated look on her face. "Are you trying to wake up the kids at six in the morning?" she asks. "Wait…"
"Yeah, Katniss and Peeta, can we come in?" I ask impatiently. She silently steps aside and shuts the door behind her.
"This is about Jeremy." Peeta says. Her eyes fill with pain and sorrow and she leads us to a kitchen and makes some tea, sitting down with us.
"It's so sad. He's wanted parents for so long, and now he's going to die."
"Is there still time to cure him?" I ask.
"Yes, but we don't have enough money."
"We want to give you the money and take him right to the hospital and heal him." I tell her.
"What? It's going to be really expensive. I can't let you-"
"You can let us and you will let us. We're going to adopt him." I reply.
"Do you want to adopt him now, or later?"
"Now," Peeta and I say together.
….a….
He doesn't understand what's going on when he's told to pack his things. He doesn't get why we take him to the hospital. He doesn't know what's going on when he gets put in a hospital gown.
And he doesn't understand why he's put to sleep.
…l…
I refuse to go home when Peeta asks. When we called the family and told them that not only do we have a son, but he's got leukemia and is getting treated, they came right to the hospital.
I fall asleep with my head on his shoulder.
….a….
Peeta is violently shaking me awake, and the look on his face wakes me right up. I see Dr. Aurelius standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"I did your sons surgery." He tells us carefully. I know him the best and he knows me and how I act.
"And?" I demand.
"And he's fine. He's still out, but he's perfect fine. The cancer is gone and he's good. He should be awake any minute." All of us sigh in relief. I stand up and start grabbing my things. "Where are you going?" he asks.
"Where the hell do you think I'm going? I'm going to see my son."
"You don't even know what room he's in." he says.
"Excuse me, miss?" I stop some nurse, and her eyes widen. "What room is-"
"Is your son in? He's just down the hall, room six fifty nine," She says.
"Thank you." I reply. I look at Dr. Aurelius with a smirk and walk down the hall, the rest of the family following behind me. He's awake, looking around, confused. He looks up when I walk in the room.
"What happened to me?" he asks weakly. I walk over to him.
"You had surgery." I tell him.
"What does that mean?" he asks. I need to remind myself he's four years old.
"It means that you don't have cancer anymore and you're going to live." Peeta says behind me. He stares at me, and at Peeta.
"Are you guys my Mommy and Daddy?" he whispers.
"Yes," I reply.
"Did you save my life?" he looks like he's going to cry. Peeta pulls up a chair and sits down, pulling me onto his lap.
"Yes…we did." I whisper.
"So I don't have to die anymore?" he whispers.
"No, you're going to stay alive." Peeta says. His lips trembles and then he starts crying.
PEETA'S POV
Katniss panics when he starts crying and she gets up and sits next to him on his bed and hugs him. She lets him soak her shirt in tears, and I'm so glad I agreed to this. To adopting him.