Okay, okay, okay. This chapter is pretty important. I have been planning it for a while. So without wasting any more time chatting about the weather, here is chapter thirty-two!

I nodded me head to him and slowly got up. I took Peeta's hand in one of my own, and Prim's in the other. My mother brought up the end.

Without so much as a "follow me", the doctor headed off towards the hospital with me, Peeta, Prim, and mother trailing behind him. The halls had never seemed so oppressive until then.

Dr. Longarden led us to a room on the east end of the hospital, and in it, was a desk with a computer on it, two chairs in front of the desk, a chair in the corner, and in the very back of the room was a normal-looking hospital bed. I didn't know why it was there. The walls of the room was painted a pale blue, perhaps to calm people that got unhappy news told to them.

I took a seat in the middle chair, and Peeta and Prim sat on either side of me. My mother said she would stand, and put her hand on my shoulder for support. The doctor took a seat behind the desk and pulled out a clipboard with notes on it from a drawer.

"So here's the deal," he said, folding his hands on the clipboard. "Your test results came back, and what all of the doctors saw, perplexed us."

I clenched my hands into fists and braced myself, preparing myself for the worst. Peeta reached over and gently pried one of them open so I could squeeze his hand instead.

"First, I should start out by saying that one of the tests we did was to show how far along you are."

I nodded and felt a cheek muscle twitching. "Well…?"

The doctor took his reading glasses off. "Eight and a half months."

"Are you kidding me?" I shrieked suddenly, jumping off the chair. "That is impossible! How could your stupid tests say that I am eight months along when the only time I ever—"

"Katniss," Peeta had stood up, too, and had his arms around my shoulders. "Sit back down, Katniss. It's okay."

Still, breathing heavily, I plopped back down in my chair and refused to look anyone in the eyes.

"I'm sorry if that upsets you, Katniss, but I have been doing these tests for twenty years and never once have they been wrong." Dr. Longarden said sympathetically.

Since it was obvious that I was in no condition to talk rationally to anyone right now, Mother took over. "Do you know when she is due, Doctor?"

"Can you handle that right now, Katniss?" he asked me, afraid that I might scream at him again.

I nodded moodily.

"Sixteen days."

I felt the air escape my lungs and my hands began trembling. "Are you—are you serious?" I said, trying not to cry.

"I'm afraid so."

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip so hard it bled. Prim had gotten up and had her arms wrapped around me and she was saying comforting words, although I couldn't hear anything. It was as if all of my senses had shut off except for pain. And I felt a lot of that.

"If you are alright enough for me to continue, I would like to do so." Doctor Longarden had put on his reading glasses and was glancing through them at his notes.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at him.

"But what I don't get," Interrupted my mother "Is that the symptoms have only shown up in the past two weeks."

The doctor shook his head sadly. "That is another thing us doctors found strange. The biological development of the baby has been tampered with so where for the first seven or so months you would be perfectly normal. Everything about you would suggest that you weren't pregnant. But for the last two weeks, the baby would hit a major growth spurt, and your symptoms would double or triple in that time."

"Dang." I said quietly. "I was hoping you were just messing with us."

"I'm a doctor." He snorted. "Doctors don't 'mess'. Anyways, one of the tests we had done was a blood sample of the fetus. Along with DNA from both you and Mr. Mellark, we found different chemicals. Chemicals that do not exactly belong to humans."

"Are you saying my baby isn't human?" I said clearly. I stood up and put my hands on the desk, leaning closer to the doctor and looking him square in the eye.

"No. Your baby has most human qualities, but the ones that aren't human, tell us doctors something."

"And what is that?" Peeta had stood up next to me to, and had spoken in my defense.

Dr. Longarden sighed and looked up at us with a look that seemed almost… apologetic. "You have seen creatures that posses some human qualities, but are actually just experiments. You have seen how they somewhat resemble humans, but have gone… wacked."

"So you're saying my baby is some whack-job experiment?" I could feel me hand trembling, but I tried not to let my worry show to the doctor I was having a staring contest with.

"No. I am saying your baby is a muttation."

Ooooh how scary! I love this part of the story. I have been planning it for soooo long! BWAHAHA don't worry. The next chapter will explain it. I know I said I wasn't going to tease you guys by saying "I am not going to review unless I get [insert number here] reviews" and I am not going to do that, but if you guys can pull together five reviews it would make my job typing the next chapter easier. :3 Don't forget I love you, and I am sorry if any of this medical stuff makes you uncomfortable. Love From, TheSoggyBug