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Chapter 5: Expectations
I finish eating the broth, It wasn't bad for hospital food, Theria is still retrieving this 'guest' I have. I know that It's a 'him', so I suspect It's either Haymitch or Peeta, I don't know whether Haymitch came with us though. He might have been too drunk to. So I guess its Peeta. I hear voices coming from the hall, there's Theria's voice, but the other voice, is defiantly not Peeta's, nor Haymitch's. I sit up, maybe it will help me hear a little better, it doesn't make a difference but they are getting near to the door. I rest my head back on the pillow; I guess I'll know now, since the doorknob just twisted.
The door creaks open, Theria comes in first. I look at her with a questionable face. She just shakes her head and says,
"Come in,"
The person walks in slowly with his head down. When he gets to the edge of my bed he lifts his head up,
"Hey Catnip,"
"Gale?" I say in disbelief. There is a long silence. What on earth is he doing here?
"What-"
"How are you?" he cuts in,
I look at him for a second and I lift a brow.
"Good…" What does he want…?
I hear him sigh, and then he says,
"Could you give us a moment, nurse."
"She has a name," I huff. "Her name is Theria,"
"Sorry, Theria." He says.
"Oh sure, sure."
She exits the room without another word.
"What's this all about Gale, why are you here?"
There is another long pause,
"I'm allowed to care aren't I?"
"Pff, when was that. Literally straight after the war, I never saw your face ever again. Not once, so I'd think you wouldn't care." he opens his mouth but I quickly cut him off,
"I have received no calls, whatsoever, and you want me to believe that you still care about me?"
"Give me a-"
"-a break? Oh sure, why not. Then you could just-"
"-Can you let me finish?"
I fold my arms across my stomach, raising a brow again.
"I came here to say I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" I say, "You're a few months late."
"Yes, I know." He sighs, "I know,"
"But-" I say,
"-And I can't stop thinking about you,"
"Wha-?"
"I know this is a bit too, late. But you need to know, how lucky Peeta is."
"I…" I don't know what to say,
I hear a voice from the hall,
"Theria? Has she woken up yet?"
"Oh? Oh, yes, but- wait-"
The person walks in. It's Peeta. Gale turns around and looks at Peeta. Peeta just looks at him, and then looks at me. Nobody says anything. Until Peeta says something,
"Gale, haven't seen you in a while,"
"Neither.."
How could this get more awkward?
I cough, "I think I need to be alone for a bit,"
"Katniss? Are you okay?" He says, as he walks to the side of the bed,
"Yes I'm fine, I just need some time." I say,
"Okay then," He places a kiss on my forehead. Then he walks out of the door, he gestures Gale to come out too, he's on his way out when he says,
"Just remember, okay?" then he shuts the door behind him,
I can hear their chat faintly outside of my room, but I choose to ignore it.
I don't know why Gale is here. Peeta is lucky? Lucky to have some scarred, mental girl who thrashes about in her sleep and breaks down every time she hears about anything that relates to the Hunger Games. The door opens once again.
"Katniss?" my mother says, entering the room.
"Shut the door." I say. She does so.
"What's wrong?" She asks,
"Take a look outside the door, then ask me what's wrong."
She opens the door a little bit and looks out, then quickly shuts it.
"Oh.." she sighs.
"What is he even doing here?"
"Well, I suppose he hadn't left yet when he came to visit me, then he herd you were in, he had to stay longer, and I still, think. He, uh." My mother trails off.
"I think I know where you're going with that." I say.
"Yes. Uh. Well."
"I get it, I get it. " I sigh, so basically what she is trying to say, is that Gale still loves me, brilliant. Rather than leaving it, I have to get this over and done with.
"Can you get Gale in here please." I ask,
"Yes, sure." My mother says, as she scurries over to the door,
"Gale," she whispers, " 'mind coming in for a second?"
"No, not at all."
"Lets just wait here for a bit, Peeta. They have some sorting out to do."
"Alright," he says. The door clicks shut.
There is silence for a bit, nobody dares to speak. Then Gale does,
"I know, this might be hard for you, but-"
"Look, I have to tell you the truth. Rather that putting it off, I'll just say it alright." I open my mouth again to say some more, Gale quickly cuts me off,
"I already know what you're going to say. You love Peeta, Not me."
"Yes, but-"
"I, I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Coming here."
"No, don't be sorry for that, It was kind-of okay seeing you again." I try to cheer him up.
"Apart from the fact that you didn't like the fact I came before.." he chuckles.
"Oh shut up you, come here." I gesture him for a hug.
"Fine." He says, he walks to the side of my bed and leans in to give me a hug.
"Watch the shoulder," I say,
"I am, I am."
I hug him for a short time, but I have to pull away because my shoulder is starting to seize up.
"Sorry, my shoulder.." I trail off.
"It's fine."
"See you around, I guess."
"Okay, bye."
He starts making his way out the door, and then it clicks shut behind him.
I feel tired. I try to get some sleep I start having a dream, about when I was in District 13.
I clench my fists on the end of the chair, District 13 is where we are stationed now, I look like a complete mental person, and I have the bracelet to prove it. I was in wreck when I heard the others were able to rescue Johanna and Beetee, but not Peeta. Plutarch keeps me under close eye since I have been tagged as a mental person. Peeta has now been rescued, but as I went inside to see him, he locked his hands around my throat and attempted to kill me. I have not been able to sleep, nor eat. I miss the old Peeta, the one who loved me, now he shuns me and wants me dead. I keep telling myself there is a way that he's still there; he's still there. But every time I get an update on him, he still thinks I am a mutt. When I walk down the hallway, I hear his screams coming from the room, every time I hear him scream I break down where I'm standing, People tend to me, but I usually ignore them. No wonder I've been issued as a mental person. I don't want to lose the boy with the bread. Not again.
"Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you." I look at Haymitch with sad and tired eyes; I haven't had much sleep since Peeta attacked me.
"But you have to understand, he will be okay. Give him some time, he'll come to his senses-"
"-And what if he doesn't Haymitch? What the hell do we do then?"
"I don't know sweetheart. Just calm down." He goes to hug me, I just fall into his arms and cry. He kneels down on the ground with me. Me still sobbing into his shoulder, he rubs my back.
"He will come back,
He will come back,
He will come back…"
"He will come back." I murmur, and then my eyes flutter open. I look to the side of me; Peeta is sitting on a chair next to my bed. Holding my hand. Then I notice the fresh tears slowly streaming down my face.
"Another nightmare?" He asks,
"Kind of, it wasn't violent. It was when we had just rescued you from the Capitol, and you were all… different."
"I see, well, I'm alive, and I'm not crazy."
"That's good," I say, he leans in and gives me a kiss. I smile to myself, whilst he does. Then I hear an uncomfortable coughing noise. We pull away almost instantly. And we see Theria stand in the doorway.
"Am I interrupting something here?" she says with a smirk on her face.
"Uh. No, of course not." I cough. Then I hit Peeta lightly on the arm, gesturing to back me up,
"Uh, yeah. I, we were just-"
"Oh don't worry, I know exactly what you were doing."
I sigh, with a smile on my face. Theria is quietly laughing.
"Okay Peeta, I have to take some blood tests. So, could you maybe.."
"Oh sure, no problem." Peeta walks out the door.
Theria smirks at me again,
"Oh shut up." I laugh.
"I didn't say anything!"
I swear, these chapters are getting smaller and smaller... lol. Thanks guys, for being so patient. Leave a review if you have any opinions. Opinions would be nice since this is my first fanfic, lol. Thanks for 9 followers and over 800 views *-* Chapter 6 coming soon.