Woohoo! I reached chapter 40! This chapter is dedicated to all of you people who have read, reviewed, and gave me awesome ideas for my story! Presenting…. CHAPTER 40!
By the time we walked (well, Peeta had to half-drag me) to the hospital, the pains had gotten much, much worse, and I was near tears. Peeta was convince I was about to have the baby, but I knew better. The pain told me that something was extremely wrong.
Thankfully, the doctors met me at the entrance, fully clothed in their ugly blue scrubs and masks. With Peeta's help, they got me onto one of their mobile beds that were parked right behind the door. As the three doctors wheeled me through the halls, another one of them began questioning me, and writing down my answers on a clipboard.
We got to an emergency operating room, and Dr. Longarden appeared in matching scrubs, and shooed the other doctors away. He ordered me to calm down and Peeta gently pressed my shoulders to the bed with his hands. He said quiet, soothing words to me.
"Now, I am going to press in certain areas of your stomach. Tell me if it hurts." The doctor then pulled up the bottom of my shirt (I was in too much pain to care) and gently pressed two of his fingers against a part of my stomach.
Pain shot up my body that made me cry out. Peeta looked horrified and helpless as he stood there watching me be in pain.
The doctor looked very shocked that I was hurting when he just did that simple thing. "Please hold her down, Mr. Mellark. I need her motionless to inject the IV." He removed an IV from the drawer and began to hook it up with a bag of clear fluid.
Peeta nodded and with one hand, he held my shoulder down gently, yet firmly. With the other he cupped my face. I'm sure he could feel the wetness on my cheek, but I didn't want him to worry about me. I was the only one I allowed to freak out, and I was doing my job very well.
The long needle that was in Dr. Longarden's hand slid into my left arm. The pain from the needle was nothing compared to the pain introducing itself with my sanity. My eyelids began to droop.
"Take care…" Peeta whispered to me before I got pulled under by the drugs.
My eyes opened again and I was sitting in a brilliantly lit apple orchard. I frowned to myself and wondered my mind had chosen an apple orchard to host my latest delusional dream.
"What are you doing here, Katniss?" a voice behind me frightened me into whipping around to see the owner.
Standing a few feet away was Madge, the mayor of district 12's daughter. She was dressed in the pretty white dress she wore for reaping, except it was frayed around the edges as if it had been continually worn.
She shook her head slightly at me, sending her golden curls bouncing around her head. "You shouldn't be here. You have a decision to make."
"What decision?" ii was past me to cry and hug her and tell her how much I had missed her friendship.
Madge ignored me. "Your child is in danger. He is dying this very minute."
"No!" I cried, and flung myself to the ground at Madge's feet. "I can't help it! Save him, Madge. He has to live." I reached down to hug my stomach, but it was flat and perfectly normal, as if I was never even pregnant in the first place.
"Three days, Katniss." Madge started to turn to walk away, but I grabbed her hand and forced her to look at me again.
"Three days until what?" I begged her.
"Keep him or lose him. Three days." Madge's skin began to crumble under my fingers and I let go in disgust and horror. Her pretty white dress, now ragged and torn, fell to the ground and withered away like a fallen leaf during the first frost of autumn.
The apple trees that were in neat rows around me began to shiver and the sky dropped to an unearthly gray color. I heard a baby crying from somewhere above me and I looked up, frantic to save whoever was in distress. Way up in the tree in front of me was a solid black cradle that rocked and swayed menacingly in the wind. The crying was coming from that.
In desperation, I attempted to climb the slippery trunk of the tree to get to the cradle, but to no avail. Wind now bent the tree at a sharp angle and I watched the cradle tip forward…
…And fall. I raced to catch the falling crib, battling the raging wind enveloping me. Suddenly, the horrid black crib popped and out bloomed a parachute from the top, but I saw that the cradle and baby was now gone. I recognized the Capitols' Hunger Games parachute as it fell lightly into my hands, carrying an unnecessarily large rock. I yanked the parachute off and stared at the rough letters carved into the stone.
THE END
That was when I blacked out.
That was the awesomest nightmare scene I have ever written! It was very fun :3. Don't worry; the next chapter will explain everything and what you still don't get please don't be afraid to ask me. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! Peace+love+pie= TheSoggyBug