I really want to thank ALL OF MY READERS AND REVIEWERS, NOT TO MENTION MY FOLLOWERS AND THE PEOPLE WHO FAVORITED THIS STORY! My story would not be as good as it is today, if it weren't for all of you. Before I get on with the story I want to mention every single one of my reviewers. Please check out their stories, whenever someone reviews or follows I always check out their profiles.

LinneaPike

ITLS4ever

Clato-Crazies

Thatismahogany

The Jade Empress

Random Person

Hunger games fan

Fanfic is awesome

Overlord

Kate

Ambergiraffe

Skins

CloveKnifeThrower

Jammerock2000

Clato27

Clato12Marvelous

YingYang13

Catoandclover4eva

I have mentioned a few guest reviewers as well, and that is solely because they used something rather then guest. I still EXTREMELY appreciate the reviews from my guest followers, but I think it may be confusing…

I also want to point out that whenever someone reviews, follows, favourites or ANYTHING I always check out their profile. I may not always read their stories, but I make an effort at least. I also always take people's ideas into consideration. I believe I am using an idea from /hunger games fan/. I have been recently thinking about this from my own mind, but I believe it started from you review.

Clove POV

After a few days at the hospital I was released and was allowed to go home. I'm not able to do much though. My arm and my leg are in casts and have minimal mobility.

The first day we came home father cared for me, but yesterday he claimed that he was needed at work. So he left me home, to care for myself. It's not as easy as you would think, seeing as my arm and leg are broken.

The next morning I slept in, due to the fact that there were no apparent reasons to be awake. At around 11 o'clock I am woken abruptly by a loud, lurching noise coming from my stomach. I groan and throw my duvet off my body. I sit up and slip my unbroken foot into my bunny slippers. I shift my body closer to the edge of my bed.

Sitting nearby is my wheelchair that I am currently required to use, since my arm is in a sling and I'm not allowed to put any pressure on my left leg.

I grunt as I shift my body into the chair. Then I reach over and grab my blanket and put it on my legs to keep me warm. After I'm all set in the chair I place my hands on the wheels and begin to make my way out of the room. I get to the door and realize I have to go down the stairs.

After a several minutes of contemplating all of the possible ideas I come up with the decision to slowly roll down the steps. I carefully roll forward and as soon as the wheels inch over the top step I become extremely wary. I try to pull back, but gravity declines and pushes me over the steps.

The whole adventure passes quickly and once my wheels are firmly placed evenly on the floor, I let out a breath of air that I hadn't known I was holding in. I continue to roll down the long and wide hallway, enjoying seeing things from a different view.

I reach the staircase and realize, I won't be able to go down this one like I did with the other. I sit and ponder the situation, but after a few minutes I come up with nothing.

I'm startled by the sound of a door slamming shut on the main floor. Is it Chloe again? Did Papa come home? Could it possibly be Mother? My hopes are dropped as down below I see the figure of Cato standing. He looks up and we make eye contact.

Then he charges up the stairs with amazing speed until we are both on the same floor.

"Need some help?" He asks. He doesn't wait for a reply as he lowers his arms and picks me up. I press my body up against him in fear he'll drop me down the stairs.

Then he slowly begins to step down the spiral staircase. I keep my eyes closed the entire time, feeling helpless in his arms.

My heart drops to my stomach when he loses his footing slightly and stumbles forwards slightly. I yelp and grip onto his shirt tightly.

"Don't worry, I got you," He whispers into my ear. I open my eyes and stare into his beautiful blue eyes. We stay like that for a few moments, eyes locked with not another care in the world. Then he abruptly begins stomping down the stairs again.

Eventually we make it to the floor and I let out a sigh of relief. He carries meto the couch and gently lays me down. He adjusts my blankets and turns on the T.V. for me. All the while not saying a single word.

Then he sits down beside me and flips through the channels. He settles on an unfamiliar T.V. show. We sit and watch it for a while, until he speaks up.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?" I nod my head in reply and he stands up.

"I'll be right back," He states. A few minutes later he comes back with a bunch of food piled on a serving platter.

"Pop tarts, grape juice, Lucky Charms, frozen yoghurt, strawberries, skittles, blueberry smoothie" I state some of the things piled onto it.

"The perfect breakfast if you ask me" He smirks. I giggle as I grab a plate and begin to create the dream breakfast.

Ooohhh, I'm sorry for the lack of updates lately, and I don't have a good excuse haha. Anyways, my birthday is today and I thought I shouldn't be the only one getting gifts. I know this chapter was short, but I'm not sure what else to put in haha. Please leave a review and I would really appreciate some ideas. I like to know what's going through my reader's minds when they are reading my stories