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I was curled up in a little ball in the corner of the nursery, with my arms wrapped around my stomach and the pearl Peeta had given me. I know it is not a very well "hidden" hiding place, but maybe I did it on purpose so Peeta would come and find me so I can apologize to him.
I felt ashamed I had let my emotions get the best of me. There was no reason to be mad at Peeta. He was just being a little overcautious at the time, but that was no reason to throw a big 4-year-old fit and stomp out of the room. Maybe he hadn't come to find me because it was my job to apologize to him. I knew it was, but I guess I was just too chicken.
Tears began to flow down my face and I once again cursed my hormones and put my face in my hands, even though there was no one to hide from in here. Then again- I took my face from my hands- maybe it wasn't the hormones acting up. Maybe I was just being irrational and childish. Whichever the case may be, I put my face back in my hands. Right now, I hated myself and just wanted to be asleep. Sure, wanting to get away and hide from my troubles was not acting my age, but so far it was the best solution I had.
All of a sudden, arms went around my shoulders (which made me jump a little bit) and I hastily wiped my eyes.
"Its okay, Katniss." You know, maybe it would be good for both of us if Peeta occasionally didn't forgive me automatically every time I acted badly.
"No its not." I turned my head away from him. "Every time I act stupid, you are all 'oh, its okay, Katniss', but you know what? That isn't okay. I can't live my life getting away for treating you badly."
"You have had a hard few years. Once the stress is off your shoulders, things will get better." Peeta patted me sympathetically, but I pulled away and looked at him accusingly.
"This is what I am talking about. You always have to be such a good boy, while I am sitting here, screaming at you. Why can't you stop looking at it so logically instead of emotionally?"
"What do you want me to say?" Peeta looked confused, and somewhat upset.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out except for a little sob. Why do I have to be such a baby all the time?
Peeta put his arms back around me (I didn't pull away this time) and held my head against his chest. "What can I do to help you, Katniss? I hate seeing you this sad all the time."
"We need to finish packing my bag and get this over with." I took a deep, shaky breath.
"You mean get it over with today?" Peeta frowned.
"That is exactly what I mean. Come on." I put a hand on my stomach and heaved myself up.
Peeta was right behind me. "Are you sure about this, Katniss?"
"I have never been more positive about any decision I have ever made." I straightened my nightgown out (I find it easier to keep my pajamas on instead of changing every day) and marched out of the room, holding Peeta's hand securely so I don't fall flat on my face.
At my room, Peeta stood by at my door with his eyebrows furrowed as I redid my braided hair and slung my messenger bag over my shoulder. I grabbed the last set of mega-stretch pajamas from my closet and changed into them, discarding my others in the bathroom. Peeta's weary eyes followed me around the room while I did all of this.
From beneath my shelf, I grabbed a pair of soft leather shoes, but accidentally hit my head on the way back up. The heavy glass of water that was sitting on top of the shelf fell down in slow motion and bounced off my chest. I gasped in surprise and as soon as it happened, my stomach unbalanced me and I toppled backwards.
Peeta suddenly looked horrified and lurched forward towards me as I fell to the ground. Pain shot up my back and I felt something sharp yank me the opposite way.
"Katniss!" he cried out, and dropped down to his knees next to me.
"I thought it would be tomorrow!" I gasped and cringed with pain. It felt as though someone was giving me a nice body massage with a cheese grader from the inside. Pain was ricocheting up and down my body, blossoming out from in the middle of my stomach.
"What can I do?" Peeta looked freaked out and helpless as he held my hand and watched as I writhed around in pain.
"Get the—"I shoved my hand into my mouth to stop myself from screaming aloud.
"The doctors. Right. But I don't want to leave you!" Peeta grabbed a fistful of his hair with a wild look in his eyes.
"Then get Gale for Gods' sake!" I cried. It felt as though I was exploding from inside out.
Peeta nodded. "I'll get someone as fast as I can, I promise." He dashed out the door and I grabbed onto one of the bed legs to hold it as tight as possible. Horrible convulsions were ripping out from my stomach, making me cry out.
I heard heavy footsteps from the hallway and the door slammed back open and before I knew it, Gale was kneeling right beside me.
"Help me…" I whimpered. My pain was overwhelming. I struggled to stay conscious as Gale put his hand on my forehead.
"Peeta didn't say what was wrong." Gale said helplessly. "He just told me to go stay with you and he ran away."
My body started to shake. "…he's suffocating."
"Who is?"Gale pulled my head up into his lap when I started to cry.
I pulled my hands up to my stomach, which was still having horrible convulsions and pains.
Gale was about to say something, when the door opened again with a loud crash, and a large team of doctors in ugly blue scrubs came flooding into my room carrying different medical bags and other plastic stuff I couldn't identify. Gale was tossed out of the room, along with Peeta, who had followed the doctors inside. I gave him an apologetic look before the door slammed closed and another spasm of pain rippled through my body.
"Aren't you guys going to drag me over to the hospital or something?" I moaned as they heaved me up onto my bed.
They looked at me incredulously and snapped the plastic masks over their mouths. "To risky. Dr. Longarden wanted the procedure to be done here."
I was about to protest when one of the doctors stabbed a syringe into my arm and the last thing I was aware of was someone outside the door yelling my name.
OH NOS! Believe it or not, I didn't even see that one coming myself. I only decided to do it at the beginning of this chapter. To junbug24, who wanted to know what I was getting surgery on, I was getting a tumor and my appendix removed. :3 I hope you guys liked this chapter. I sure did! Can't wait until the next! Love you guys. Thanks for all of the support!