I got soo many reviews! Thank you guys! Anyways, here is Chapter 42 and I will try to make it longer, okay? : 3

Like he promised, the doctor released me after one hour and when Peeta and I were going out of the hospital, I got a peek at the clock. It read 11:14. I sighed. "We should go to bed and worry about all this other stuff tomorrow. I'm pooped."

Peeta nodded his head in agreement. "Your room or mine?"

"I'm going to go to mine because I am in a desperate need for a shower, but you can go to yours if you want."

Peeta laughed a little. "Showers sound nice right about now. I will meet you in your room, okay? Don't fall asleep before I get there." He squeezed my hand and went off in the direction of his room.

I hummed to myself in the shower as I scrubbed the lingering smell of hospitals from my skin. There was a cut, about two inches long, on my stomach, which was held together with tiny stitches. I was extra-careful to not irritate that.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off with a clean white towel hanging up above the toilet. The nightgown that I had tossed in the corner of the bathroom a day or two ago was now folded neatly on the counter, and I put it on gratefully. To my relief, it didn't smell like hospitals. Instead, it smelled like the herb my mother used when she washed clothes back in district 12. It dawned on me that it was my mother that was handling all of my dirty clothes, washing them when they get left on the floor. I made a mental note to thank her the next time I saw her and Prim.

After making my bed nice and neat, I crawled under the covers and turned off the little lamp above me. Since I had closed both the bathroom door and my bedroom door behind me, it was completely dark except for the sliver of golden light peeking through the cracks.

I wrapped my arms gently around my belly as if to protect it from the haunting night, and I fell asleep.

In my dream, I was back in the apple orchard, except it was not pristine and beautiful anymore. Instead, the trees were vacated of all leaves and fruit, and most of them were broken or completely down. I picked up a piece of fallen fruit and bit into it. Instead of sweet apple juice I expected, it was nasty and rotten, little bits of warm who-knows-what filled my mouth. I spat it out and retched on the ground.

"You shouldn't have eaten the fruit."

I spun around and wiped my mouth off, staring at my visitor. Once again, Madge was standing behind me, except this time her dress was even in worse condition. The sleeves were torn off and there was a nasty rip up one seam. Madge was also very disheveled as well. Her cheeks were sunken in and there were patches of dirt all over her.

"Why shouldn't I have eaten the fruit?" I asked her, weary of her ratty appearance.

"You time is wasting away faster than I thought." She said to herself, glancing around her in an ominous way.

"How much time do I have?" I demanded, grabbing onto my old friends' shoulders.

She grinned, but her smile was not an average humans' smile. The crack in her skin reached literally from ear-to-ear, and most of her teeth were either gone or sharpened to a wicked point. "'Of man's first disobedience and the fruit from the forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe, with loss of Eden, until one greater man restore us and regain the blissful seat..."

I gasped and let go of Madge, whose voice had turned papery and rough, and was talking as if she was reading from an ancient book. Madge collapsed onto the ground and sunk beneath the soil. Once she was gone, a little pile of dirt right next to where she disappeared erupted. From the dirt came a stone, much like the one in my last dream.

With shaky hands I bent down to pick it up. Grime was caked on it thick, so I had to wipe the stone of with the hem of my shirt. I guess I was expecting to find the same words on it, and then pass out, but instead, numbers were scratched into the hard surface;

2 23:59

I frowned at the scripture in my hand, but before I could do anything at all, the rock exploded with a deafening "BANG!" and once again, I blacked out. This was getting old.

I woke bolt upright, sweating heavily in my bed. Peeta, as always, was right next to me with his arms around my shoulders.

"Another nightmare?" he asked me, with a little sympathetic duck of his head.

I tucked a sweaty lock of hair behind my ear and nodded pathetically.

"You're okay…" Peeta pulled me into a very gentle hug.

I welcomed his arms, although I was acutely aware of the fact I was drenched in sweat. Peeta didn't seem to mind though.

"Sorry that I woke you up. Again." I said when we let go of each other. "I had a dream almost exactly like this yesterday in the hospital."

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Peeta pulled my head onto his shoulder.

"It's always an apple orchard." I began. "Madge is there. In my first dream, she said that I only have three days, but she didn't tell me what for. This time, she said some really weird stuff that I didn't really understand, and both times I somehow got a hold of a rock with writing. The first time there was really messy writing that said, 'THE END', but last night it had numbers."

"What were the numbers?" Peeta asked me.

"On top there was a two, and on bottom it was…" I squinched my eyes shut, trying hard to remember the writing. "Two-four-colon-five-nine."

Peeta frowned. "That's odd. Maybe it's a time or date or something."

"But what did the two mean?" but as I said it, I knew. I had only two days left, or so Madge said. "…Days…"

"You mean you have two days left? Until what?" I was just confusing Peeta.

"In two days, I have to make my decision. I think—"I gasped out loud. 23:59 was a time.

"What?" I didn't think it was possible, but the corners of Peeta's mouth just twitched down further. "What?" he repeated.

"Eleven fifty-nine. That is when it is going to happen again. If I don't make my decision by then, he will…" I trailed off, letting Peeta's mind fill in the rest. Peeta, though, didn't take it too seriously.

"Katniss, you are basing all of this off of a dream. How do you know it is real? It might just be fake."

"Yeah, well what if it isn't?"I said a little too sharply.

"This is the Capitol's baby. Maybe they want you to think that."

My heart dropped into my stomach. What he said was completely possible, and was most likely true. It was somewhat disappointing.

"Did I upset you?" He went into his apologetic-Peeta mode. "I'm sorry. I should have never gone to that topic. It was stupid of me."

"It's okay." I patted him comfortingly. "What time is it?"

"Five o' clock." He said. "Why?"

"There is work I have to do."

Well, that chapter wasn't a lot longer than my others, but I am working on it. I hope you liked it, and I hope I didn't rush into a conclusion too fast. Oh well. Let's see… your homework. Please, please, please, if you have time, please send me a PM. I will be able to respond properly to one of those and I enjoy getting them, so give me a suggestion or something like that! Like always, I send my love to my readers and reviewers! - TheSoggyBug