The doctor guided us to a large room with plenty of fancy machinery, and I let Peeta on my bed just in case I wanted to have another crying fit. Dr. Longarden didn't leave us after that. Instead, he busied himself with readying the tests while Peeta and I lay on the bed in some type of silent truce. If I allowed him to stay on the bed, Peeta would help me if I broke down again. Although, we both knew that I would allow him to stay on my bed even if he didn't.

While the doctor was unwrapping a giant needle-syringe, he said, "So, Katniss, the results from the tests won't be here until tomorrow, but the fourth test won't be ready until tomorrow as well, so I am waiting until we have all of the results. Once we do, I will send someone to get you so you and I can go over it. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded silently.

For the next four hours, I laid still in the hospital bed while I had different sized needles jammed into my stomach and arms and set inside colored tubes. I got a quick lunch break at two o' clock, and it took another hour to prepare the last test. By the time it was four o' clock, I was covered in bandages, but the doctor had disappeared a while back without releasing me. Peeta held my hand through all of it, and he didn't even complain when I squeezed his fingers white because of the six-inch-long needle that had to be at just the right angle. That one hadn't even been taken out before the doctor left. By the time four-thirty rolled around, I was about to go insane.

Peeta noticed. "Are you okay, Katniss? Your eyes are crossing."

"I think I'm about to go mad." I rubbed my temple. "The needle jammed into my stomach isn't helping either. I don't even think it is doing anything anymore. It's just sitting there making me itch." I was pretty uncomfortable, sitting there on the hospital bed. The doctor had made me take all but my underwear off, and he gave me this weird shirt thing that didn't even cover all of my ribs. Thankfully he had given me a blanket to cover up with.

"What can I do to help you?" it was a genuinely honest question, and Peeta didn't seem at all fazed from sitting next to a half-naked person on a hospital bed.

"I don't know…" I groaned. "Just stop me from breaking something valuable. Distract me."

"Distract you…"Peeta thought hard. Then he turned his head to look at me. "What is your favorite thing about now?"

I frowned. "'My favorite thing about now'?"

"Your favorite thing about your life here. What do you like most about it?"

"Hmm…" I absentmindedly traced a circle around the needle in my stomach with the tip of my finger. " Knowing that the people I love aren't going to starve to death or be killed by the Capitol."

Peeta smiled. "That is definitely a plus."

"What about you? What is your favorite thing about now?"

Peeta caught my restless hand and held it against his cheek. "You. Falling asleep with you. Waking up with you. Watching you scowl. Thinking of how you have become so utterly protective of your child, even though it is not mine."

I blushed. Of course that was Peeta's favorite thing. I stretched my neck as high as it would go so I could kiss Peeta on his cheek. "Being with you comes in next."

"With me, I guess it's kind of backwards because safety is second in my list of favorites." He joked.

I rolled my eyes. "You never did really care about your own skin."

"That's not true!" Peeta said indignantly, though he was smiling. "I have just cared about your more."

"Of course…" I was smiling, too.

"Can I ask you something?" he said now seriously, still holding my palm to his face.

"Sure. Anything you want."

"Anything?" Peeta raised his eyebrows a millimeter, and I could see his seriousness wearing off as a small smile traced his lips.

"Anything you want."I assured him.

"You know how the doctor said you seemed six months in and not one?"

"Yeah…?" I wondered where he was going with this.

"Hold on—Were we in the Capitol then or—no, hold on…"Peeta knit his eyebrows and I didn't interrupt his thoughts. "Let's see…" He was mumbling to himself now. "We were in the Capitol roughly a month after the Games and a month before the Quell…then the tour…" Peeta's eyes grew wide.

I frowned. "Peeta?"

Peeta turned to me, his brows still furrowed. "Say—and this is hypothetical—you are a bit more 'in' than we thought. The only time we were in the Capitol was—" Peeta let out a sound of frustration. "This isn't coming out right!"

I reached up and smoothed his forehead out. His eyebrows were in danger of becoming a unibrow.

He sighed. "You said that it was impossible for the child to be anyone's but Gales', but the doctor is convinced otherwise."

"Oh." I understood what he was saying. "Gale was the first, and only, so technically it is impossible—"

"No, it isn't!" Peeta's eyebrows rose as he realized what he was saying as he was saying it. "A little less than eight months ago we were doing the Victory Tour."

I rolled my eyes. "You're saying I hooked up with someone from District Two, or whatever. Well—"

"No, I'm not. At one point in the Tour we were at the Capitol. It is completely possible for them to have drugged us, but while I was peacefully sleeping away, they were… messing with you. You know what the Capitol people are capable of."

My head was trying to understand what he was saying. I was drugged in the Capitol and the freaky doctors there got me pregnant somehow? The thought made me gag, but what really disgusted me, was that Peeta was right. It was completely possible.

"I'm sorry, Katniss. I shouldn't have told you that. You look sort of… green." Peeta touched the back of his hand to my cheek.

"Blegh. I feel green." I groaned. The room swayed slowly beneath me, and I focused my eyes on a little red button on the wall next to me, concentrating on not throwing up. The room spun to a stop and then my eyes really focused and I saw the little black letters printed neatly underneath the button:

Press for Service

I pressed it. Not because I was bored and wanted to press the shiny red button for fun, but because I wanted to get out of this stupid hospital and back into my room.

Peeta frowned, but before he said anything, we heard the doorknob turning and a very exasperated-looking Dr. Longarden entered. He strode slowly over to the bed and bent down close to me. "Yes, Ms. Everdeen?"

I was past the point of worrying about etiquette. "I want to leave now. I am sitting here starving, half-naked, with a giant needle shoved in me and after seven freaking hours in the hospital, I would like to leave."

The doctor blinked. Then he gently took the needle out of my stomach and handed me my gown from the countertop. "Sorry about the wait, Katniss. We have most of the information we need now, and I will send someone over tomorrow morning to get the rest. And don't worry." He smiled at me. "You will be sedated so there won't be any time for you to be bored."

Peeta got off the bed so I could slip the gown on. Once I did, he offered his hand to me. I took it and stood up awkwardly, stretching my creaky joints.

As soon as we were through the hospital exit door, I ripped both plastic bracelets off. They rattle to the floor and I didn't even bother to pick them up and throw them away.

Peeta wrapped a comforting arm around my waist. "Are you hungry? It's five o' clock."

I pouted slightly. "I can't go to dinner in a nightgown! None of my clothes fit me right either…"

"Let's check your room anyways before we make any decisions."

"Check what?" I asked Peeta as we changed our course and now headed towards the rooms.

He shrugged, but didn't elaborate.