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I am barely able to move my fingers; I reach down and touch above the gash on my stomach, I can barely say anything I manage to whisper something, so quiet it's a wonder I am even aware that I said something. "I'm so sorry my sweet child." I try to find some strength in the fact that he at least died being loved by both parents.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm ,
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where… I love you."
I clench my fists, they are covered in my blood and I hold them to my eyes, I am crying uncontrollably. I lost you, my baby boy, before I even got to meet you, before I got to see your smile, before I got to hold you in my arms with your…daddy.. Oh my god! Peeta! I snap out of the depressed daze where I had given up on my existence, and I jerk my arm towards Peeta, and hold my hand out…he is unresponsive. "PEETA! Peeta! Peeta…" I thought I had been crying hard before but this is a whole new feeling. Annie was right. I didn't realize what I had until I the two most important people in my life were ripped right out of my grasp. I gasp for air, and continue to cry out for Peeta, he never answers me.
Just then I hear a muffled noise. It didn't even matter because I had given up on my life; it wasn't worth living without either of my Peetas. Then the voice comes back much stronger with more force, "Mam' give me your hand." I don't even try to turn my head over to the owner of the voice, why should I live when, Peeta, the best person in the world doesn't? "Mam' please! We are trying to save you and your family!" I find the last ounce of hope I have in my body, "Can you save them?" "We're going to try our best Mam'." I nod my head and I am being pulled from my seat, I am immeadiately on a gurney and I can feel at least five pairs of hands on my stomach. I look up at the people touching me and they all have the same crazy capital makeup as Effie used to. I'm more scared of the capital surgeons all over my body, then of dying, I know it's too late for our child; I feel myself slipping under so I try to blurt out one last phrase to the doctors. Or whoever they are. "Please, try to save him." I take one last look at my husband, he is also on a gurney, his forehead is cut pretty bad, his arms are beaten to a pulp, and he has cuts all over the rest of his body. Please just save him, forget about me, just save Peeta.
I open my eyes, I'm in an all-white room, and to me this only means one thing. They actually did bother to save me. I grunt in discomfort, Why would you let me live when you have let two of the two best people in the world slip away? I can't stop the tears falling down my face, I hear my heart rate go up, which sends my monitor beeping at a scary fast rate. A couple of nurses run through the door. "Mrs. Everdeen! Are you okay?" I scowl and feel an intense anger rise up in me, "That's Mrs. MELLARK!" "Oh. Right. Sorry. But are you okay?" I just stare at them and try to absorb everything. "Did my husband make it?" "Do you mean Mr. Mellark?" "Of course I mean Mr. Mellark! You idiots!" They just glance at each other and let out small laughs and exit the room, "Oh, and Mrs. Ever-Mellark, you will have a visitor, he will be here in a few minutes.
He? He... He! I don't know how you did it Peeta, but you sure did recover fast, if you can already walk into my room and visit! I can't help but lay in my bed giddy as a school girl, I have never felt so relieved, I go to put my hand on my baby, half way there I realize there will be nothing there. There's no way they could have saved my baby. I begin to lift the covers and hospital gown, just then I hear the latch to the door click , I direct my attention to the doorway. I look and see a blonde blob of hair walking through the door. Peeta! I hold my mouth shut so the nurse's don't come through the door. But instead of the blue eyes I had hoped for, they are grey, just like mine. "Hey sweetheart." I try to hide my fury of not seeing Peeta or not being told if he made it. I am happy to see Haymitch but all I really wanted was to see Peeta. "Hi Haymitch..." He sits on the end of my bed just patting my leg, "So sweethear—" "Haymitch. Where is Peeta? Nobody here will tell me, they treat me like a prisoner!" I feel the tears welling up in my eyes so I lean my head on his shoulder, and to my surprise he doesn't smell completely wasted.
I try to ignore everything but the comfort of Haymitch but after a few minutes something feels weird beneath me, and I can't ignore it any longer I touch my stomach and it's still expanded. "Haymitch. They saved my baby? How did they? My stomach had been gashed open." "I know, sweetheart, they barely managed to, if it weren't for Peeta throwing his arms across your stomach you both surely wouldn't have made it. But you're going to have to be on special medicines for the next few months to ensure the baby stays healthy." I rub my expanded belly and say a few comforting words, until something horrible raids my mind. Haymitch is being way too nice, and he's calling me sweetheart way to often… My throat feels like it's closing in, "Haymitch. Is Peeta okay?" I would like to add more urgency to the question but my throat is so tight, I can tell it isn't going to allow me to.
He takes in a long and hard breath and looks like he is bracing himself from my wrath. "Haymitch! Is Peeta okay?" "In what way, are you asking if he's okay?" His face stays as hard as stone. "Is he alive?" "Yeah, but there's something different about him…." "Maybe when you visited him he was in the middle of an attack." "We considered that…. but he's just horribly confused." "What do you mean confused?" "He doesn't remember anything except the reaping of your first games. It's not like his hijacking, it's…. different. We suspect it'll probably only last a few weeks." "Well. I have to go see him!" I swing my legs off the bed, and before I can touch the floor, Haymitch scoops me up and lays me back down in the bed. "Sweetheart! Are you crazy? Do you want all of those fancy capital stitches to come undone and lose your baby for real?" I touch my stomach and just scowl at Haymitch, because we both know he's right. "Well. When can I see him?" I cross my arms impatiently, "Keep in mind, he only knows you as the girl he loves from when you were five. He doesn't understand that you love him too, he barely knows me, to him I am just his mentor, and to him you are just a girl he has loved since childhood. Not to mention he doesn't know you're pregnant with his child." I can tell Haymitch is eyeing my expanded abdomen so I pull the covers up.
"Haymitch. I just…need to see him." "Well I've been appointed to try and jog his memory, I suppose you could come and watch that." I nod happily and let Haymitch push me in a wheelchair. I am in a clear glass room, "won't he see me in here?" "No. It's one way glass." I nod as I watch Peeta being dragged into the plain room they have set up for him and Haymitch. "It may get pretty bad for you sweetheart. If you want to leave, the nurse is just a holler away." And what Haymitch does next surprises me; he plants a soft kiss on the top of my head and then disappears into the next room.
**********Peeta's P.O.V**********
Why did those Peacekeepers look so weird, and why weren't they in their usual suits? Why am I so beat up? I look down at my arms and there are cuts covering them, and they are turning black from the bruises. I was just reaped why do I look like I've been in the games? Have I just blocked out my memories of the games? Where's Katniss? Did I kill her? A chill of fear about killing the only girl I loved runs through my spine, I hear the door latch click open and I jerk my head over to the person. Who is that? He looks familiar. Oh! Right! That's Haymitch, he's my mentor this year, or maybe he already was. I stand and go to shake his hand, "Hello Haymitch, my name is Peeta Mellark. I'm your boy tribute this year." If I didn't know any better I'd say he was tearing up….. That's not very victor like…
"Hello Peeta, you already know me I guess, so let's talk." We sit down on some chairs with a table in between us; "Haymitch…I haven't been in the games yet…have I?" Your eyes both go to my arms, "No, Peeta." I smile brightly when I hear that, it hurts to smile from all the cuts on my face but I can't stop, now that I've started. "So where's the girl tribute?…Katniss." "She'll be joining us later." Oh, good. I can't stop the even wider smile that is now plastered onto my face. "Wait. Then why am I so beat up already?" "You were in a little…accident." "What kind of accident?" "A car wreck." "Oh. On my way here…to the capital. Right?" "Sure."
"So Haymitch, when can we start talking about survival and or training?" He lets out a deep breath and it actually doesn't wreak of alcohol like everybody in town says. "Soon. In a couple days you'll meet your fellow tribute." "Ok." Yes! I'm actually getting an excuse to talk to Katniss! I have a mini celebration in my head at the idea and I lean back into my chair, fully content.
*******Katniss' P.O.V******
Haymitch was right. This session was really hard; the nurse already had to bring me some tissues and tea. Haymitch is walking back towards me. "Hey sweetheart. Are you okay?" He traps me in a hug which throws me completely off guard; I like you when you're sober. I cry my eyes out into his jacket. "I can't believe he doesn't remember anything except that horrible reaping!" "I know. His memory should come back in a few weeks or months. Right now we're just trying to jog it quicker, for you." "I know. Thank you. So Haymitch….Can I really see him in a couple days?" The smallest of smiles sprouts onto my face as Haymitch nods in approval. He wheels me back to my room and I'm on the verge of falling asleep, feeling happy at the thought of being able to embrace Peeta in just a few more days.
I touch my stomach; "we can go see your daddy soon." I feel the slightest amount of moving that I think is possible for a baby. I smile from the miracle of both of my Peetas surviving the crash. One is healthy and the other is on the road to recovery. I roll over and doze off to sleep while happily rubbing my stomach comforting my baby Peeta…
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