I guess what I thought while I was sleeping wasn't exactly a dream, really. I knew I was asleep, but instead of horrifying nightmares being played out before me, it was just an empty darkness. It felt almost as if I was dead, but I knew if I was my head wouldn't be this peaceful and quiet. Also, I knew Peeta would never let anyone near enough to me in order to do any harm.

I twiddled my thumbs, bored by the lack of scenery. Wait—I can twiddle my thumbs. With some experimenting, I found out that I could move all of my limbs just like if I were awake. Not that it was much use to me, really. I stood up in the darkness and started walking. It was only out of habit, seeing as how there was obviously nothing there.

I had to admit in all of my years of dreaming—nightmares or normal—I had never had a dream like this. As I walked, I thought about it to myself. It could just be a side effect of being pregnant, you never know, or it could be as normal as it gets. I bet Peeta has had one like this before, I'm sure of it. Then again, in my condition things could be extra-weird, because I was never normal to begin with.

My surrounding didn't get any more interesting as I walked around. Occasionally, my fingers would brush something on my sides, but when I look down, nothing was there so I carried on. After a while, walking got boring and I began to jog. To my surprise (NOT), things were still the same old black. I slightly enjoyed the freedom of getting to run as far as I can, but never to actually go anywhere. It was pretty fun, actually.

Until I run into a wall face-first, of course. I felt myself fly backwards and I landed flat on my back. All the air whooshed from my lungs and my head cracked against something hard.

"Katniss!" I heard someone say frantically as I popped open my eyes.

My head was searing with pain, and I knew I had banged up at least half of the bones in my body. Badly bruised, if not broken. I blinked my eyes, clearing my vision. It appears I was lying on the floor of the large greenhouse. Peeta was bent cautiously over me. "Are you all right? What were you doing?"

"What was I actually doing?" I said in a half-groan. The world before me began to do cartwheels and I shut my eyes.

"Well, first you just got up and started walking in circles. I tried talking to you but you didn't hear. After a few minutes, you broke into a run and hit the wall directly in front of you."

I lifted a hand to rub my forehead. "Ouch. My head…"

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Peeta helped me sit up with a very concerned look on.

I was thankful he was right there because I swayed—even sitting down—and I had to lean heavily on Peeta. "That might be a good idea…"

"You have a pretty bad concussion, Miss Everdeen. How did this happen?" Dr. Longarden helped me lay back onto the table.

"It's nothing. I was just sleepwalking and ran into a wall." I said with a quiet laugh. The vibration through my head hurt badly.

Peeta was right next to me. I didn't let him hold my hand, but only because I didn't want the doctor to think something was seriously wrong with me. Peeta rolled his eyes. "I'll just add that to the list of thing that will keep me up at night," he said sarcastically.

As the doctor rummaged in his shelves, I scowled at Peeta. " Well, if you're worried about not getting any sleep, how about you sleep in your own bed for once?"

Peeta raised his eyebrows and said challengingly, "Do you want me to?"

"No…" I grumbled, closing my eyes again. I hate it when I don't win.

"Good."

"Ah, here it is!" Dr. Longarden exclaimed finally, holding up a tiny pill bottle. "This thing is so easy to lose, but so helpful when you know where it is." He popped open the bottle and shook three tablets onto his blue-gloved hand.

"Does she have to stay overnight?" Peeta asked as I swallowed the pills down with a glass of water.

The doctor considered this. "No, she shouldn't have to."

"Can I go to dinner now?" I was restless under the uncomfortable blanket on the hospital bed.

"I'm sorry but you will have to wait until the medicine kicks in before leaving. I'll send someone to get you and Mr. Mellark some dinner. There are other patients I need to tend to." Doctor Longarden wished me good luck before leaving the room.

Peeta sat next to me on the bed and wrapped his arm around me. I leaned into his chest and sniffed. The pain was still there and on top of all that, I was very hungry.

It was only three minutes later when I said, "I'm starving! When are the people going to be here with lunch?"

Peeta sighed. "They are going to be here in a few minutes. If you are always going to be so hungry and distracted, I see no point in doing this."

"Doing what?"I didn't recall Peeta doing anything that he wouldn't do if I was hungry.

"This. Being so close to you," Peeta pulled me a little closer to him as if to prove his point.

"Oh. Well, when you're half starving it's not easy to...ignore…" Peeta cut my words off by pressing his lips to mine. They were warm and gentle and tasted slightly of salt.

Peeta's hand was soft as it brushed across my jawbone. The rush of kissing him didn't help my head feel any better, but it put the pain off my mind. With a jolt, I realized that I hadn't kissed him in a while.

My head felt this drugged, fuzzy sensation that I didn't mind to much, but I'm sure I would feel the after-effects later when my medicine wears off.

All too soon, Peeta pulled away. "We should stop. The nurses should be here soon with your food."

"No—wait. No—but, why?" I whined, trying to brush off the headache I feel coming on.

Peeta snorted lightly. "See? It isn't that hard to ignore your stomach when you are completely distracted,"

"Fine. You win." I tugged his arms back around me and kissed him again.

"You're impossible."