A/N: hey! new chapter! yay!

Peeta's POV: The crowd goes silent. A cannon for Katniss' loss has not fired yet. Cato is lying on the ground unconscious after he smacked her on the ground. Katniss is lying beaten on the ground. The murmuring of the officials get louder. And then they are shushed. My heart pounds out of my chest as Katniss lies in the fetal position. The booming voice of Claudius Templesmith fills the playing field.

"The District Two male tribute, Cato Downey has been disqualified for landing an illegal blow towards the District Twelve female tribute, Katniss Everdeen."

My heart practically stops. She won. She defeated every single tribute out there getting them hit somehow. She beat Marvel in the archery portion. She defeated Glimmer in fencing. She defeated Clove in knive throwing by a meager centimetre. She just defeated Cato by getting him disqualified. She won against Rue in climbing.

She defeated Thresh by getting him to go easy on her. She almost lost to her district partner, Wesley, but she eventually caught him. She did it. And the voice that once again floods the playing field confirms my thoughts.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the victor of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen! I give you – the female tribute of District Twelve!" Then the crowd roars in applause. But I don't clap. I don't speak. I don't care. And neither does Madge, Gale, Rory, Prim or Lilly. They all sit in their chairs with a concerned look on their face as Katniss still lies in the fetal position. I want Katniss with me. I want Katniss home. Because she's my girl on fire, and I'm her boy with the bread.

"LET ME GO! I WANT TO SEE KATNISS!" I scream as I pound the door. Katniss has been in the infirmary for at least 2 days now.

"I'm sorry Mr. Mellark, but Ms. Everdeen is still recovering from her competetion. About 10 more minutes and you'll be allowed inside," the nurse says. I growl, but I sit in my chair and wait, all the while I'm tapping my foot. My eyes stare at the clock. 1 minute. I start to get nervous. What if Katniss broke something? What if she can't speak? What if? All the what if questions jumble around inside my head. I lose track of time. If it wasn't for her druken mentor Haymitch, I would have lost track of time, completely. I see him stumbling out of Katniss' room, and I jump up.

"You can go see her, boy," he slurrs. I nod at him, and he mumbles something under his breath that I can't quite catch. I hold my breath, expecting the worse. And what I see is actually surprising. Katniss has only a bandage wrapped around her foot, and a few minor bruises. But as she sleeps soundly, she doesn't more look any more harmed than that. I sit down beside her, and clutch her hand.

"Please be okay. Please. Please,"

I rest my head on her stomach, and I drift off to sleep.

When I open my eyes, Katniss is awake, sitting up and her hand is still on mine. Her silvery gray eyes are staring blankly into the wall, and for a bit, I'm nervous.

"Katniss?"

She doesn't answer.

"Katniss?"

She still doesn't answer.

"Katniss, it's me Peeta. Remember?"

She doesn't even respond. Her eyes don't light up when she sees me, her mouth isn't in a smile, and her hand is the only thing that acknowledges me. She gives my hand a slight squeeze, maybe to reassure me that everything's okay. But why do I feel like it's not?

"Katniss, say something please?" I ask. She does nothing. Then my heart starts to beat faster and faster. Until the point where I have to go to find a nurse to help Katniss and let me know what's going on. A nurse comes in and shines a light into her pupils. Her eyes do not focus, or even react to the light. She just blinks. And it turns out, I was right to be nervous.

"All her vital signs are fine, and I assume she's having some sort of breakdown. She did get hit on her head rather hard, so maybe that did some damage to her brain and temporarily is having some sort of concussion," the nurse says.

"Well, what can you do about it?" I ask. Fearing for Katniss. The nurse shakes her head.

"At the moment, nothing. We will have to wait for her to recover on her own. The mediaction we give to patients like this may interact with the antibiotics on her skin." She explains. My heart stops. This is exactly what I was scared of in the first place.

"It may help if you explain thins to her, try to jog her memory yes?"

"Can I bring in some friends?" I ask. The nurse nods.

"Not too many, that may overwhelm her." She says.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Gale, and Madge. Withing 5 minutes, Prim, Gale, Rory and Madge are waiting by the door. The nuse lest them in, and they all rush to my side. Examining Katniss.

"What happened?" asks Madge. I look to her and then back to Katniss. I explain the situation, about how she's in a mental breakdown, and she's suffering a concussion. Prim whimpers slightly, and Rory comforts her.

"That Downey better watch his back." Gale says, gritting his teeth. His gaze softens at the sight of Katniss sitting there, with her knees pressing into her chest and her arms wrapped around them.

"Katniss? It's me Prim. Please come home." Prim pleads. But nothing works. Then Madge hugs Prim and Gale takes Katniss' shoulders.

"Catnip, wake up. It's us," he says. But she still remains unresponsive.

I hug her, then Prim takes her turn. And then wee something that maybe a sort of a breakthrough. She smiles.

*gasp* what happened to Katniss?