Guess what song I'm listening to? Uprising by Muse! It is so amazing...Thanks to all of you people out there from Belgium and… Let's see….England. England is by far my favorite. No offense to the rest of you. :3

It only took Peeta about half an hour to put new sheets on the bed and get clothes and bandages. During that time, my wound thankfully didn't start bleeding again, so I just sat there in the bathtub, being cold and wet.

I was just about to go insane (what's new) when Peeta walked in holding a bundle of my clothes and a box of medical supplies.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, setting down the box on the counter.

I shrugged. The gash stopped hurting. Now it just freaked me out, sitting there with dried blood all over it, open to the world so I could see my raw flesh. Personally, I was completely disgusted, so I was glad when Peeta came in and saved me.

"I'm not sure how we're going to do this." He sat down next to the bathtub and picked at the dried blood on his forehead. "If I'm going to patch you up on the bed, you will need to change clothes but that would make the cut just start bleeding again and we would have to toss you back in the bathtub and everything would have just been a waste of time."

I frowned. "Good point. I am just going to have to be extra careful when I get dressed."

Peeta put his arm carefully around my shoulders and helped me to stand up. Sure, it hurt a whole lot, but at least it didn't start bleeding again.

I leaned against the wall, wincing. Even though Peeta had his hands securely on the tops of my arms, I felt as though I might be washed out from vertigo.

"Are you okay to do this?" he asked, looking worried. "I'm sure we can figure out a way to bandage you up and stuff before putting on fresh clothes so you won't start bleeding again."

"I'll be fine." I watched as Peeta turned on the bathroom sink and started scrubbing his hands, but still keeping a wary eye on me. "I can't exactly go naked."

Peeta snorted and dried his hands on a spare towel. "Fair enough. Yell if you need anything."

I watched as he cast me a smile and disappeared through the door, closing it behind him.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to get dressed. I just had to keep my torso as straight as possible, and to not let anything touch my gash. By the time I was cleaned up and clothed in a clean cotton T-shirt and soft, worn trousers (thank goodness I was able to fit into my regular clothes again), my cut was stinging again, but I exited the bathroom and slumped onto my bed next to Peeta.

"Are you alright, Katniss?" Peeta frowned at me. "You look sort of green."

"I'm fine." I said quickly out of habit. "Just patch me up quickly so I can go back to sleep."

Peeta's eyebrows furrowed even more. "You don't seem very tired. Are you sure you are fine?"

I twitched and saw little blue dots dance in and out of my vision. They almost consumed my attention, since I was delirious enough to actually have that happen, but Peeta forced me to focus back on him. "I just… feel like I'm going to pass out."

Peeta gave me a sympathetic look and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "You make yourself comfortable here while I get the medical supplies. I accidentally left them in the bathroom."

I watched as he got up and went into the bathroom. Making myself comfortable was a lot less easy than it looked. Shifting my body so where I was perpendicular with the back of the bed took using my diaphragm muscles, which were currently out of service if I didn't want to start bleeding yet again.

Thankfully, Peeta was speedy at getting the little box of medical supplies and kneeling next to the bed. I wondered to myself when he got all interested with health and such. Though, I knew the baker in him was still there somewhere. It is probably just squished up somewhere near his liver in between a syringe and a paintbrush. That was an extremely weird thought, but hey, I am awake only on my own adrenaline plus leftover drugs from the hospital. No one can blame me.

"Katniss?" Peeta's voice brought me floating lazily back into reality. "Katniss?"

I blinked my eyes and looked at him. "Yes?"

"Nothing." He frowned into the box he brought with him. "Just checking to see if you are still with me."

I laid as still as I could while Peeta used his careful fingers and a pair of tweezers to extract the remaining shreds of thread that hung limply around the edges of my wound. Once that was done, Peeta sat back and sighed heavily. "I am just not sure what to do, Katniss. The best thing we could do is to send you to the hospital, but you refuse to see any more doctors. The next best thing we could do is to get your mother, but it is in the middle of the night and I don't want to wake her up."

I frowned, trying to think hard of solutions. None came to mind except "sew it back" but there was no way I am letting Peeta near me with a needle in his hand. No offense, Peeta. Duct tape might work too, but that was tacky and probably unsanitary.

Peeta shook his head to himself and began lining the edges of a large square of bandages with sticky medical tape. "This is not going to be well done, but if you stay still enough for either the wound to heal, or to agree to go to the hospital, it just might work."

I gritted my teeth hard and whimpered as Peeta an end of the sticky bandage to the side of my wound, and as gently as he could, pulled the pieces of my skin together, and stuck the bandage on the rest of the way. To seal that up nice and tightly, he put on a second layer of tape and more bandages just for good measure.

"It is a good thing you still have some of that strong hospital medicine coursing through you right now or you would have probably been in a lot more pain." Peeta made a face at his sloppy job and closed his medical box back.

I snorted to myself. He acted as though he was a professional doctor who just cured some mortal wound. I'm going to have to tell him what for because if he starts acting too much like a doctor, I just might lock myself in the bathroom and bleed to death instead of having an doctors (real or not) jabbing me with more needles.

"What time is it?" I asked him, when I suddenly lost my previous train of thought.

Peeta shrugged. "It is somewhere around one in the morning."

"Great. I can go back to sleep." I was just about ready to sink down into the covers and lose consciousness from now until Christmas, but the absolute lack of any blankets stopped me.

Peeta noticed me frown. "Sorry about that. I didn't plan to but the blankets on until you were all patched up."

That's perfectly fine with me, Peeta, but the astounding lack of movement on my part just might be a problem if the blankets are all the way across the room

"I'll get them." Peeta cast a sort of amused/exasperated smile at me before crossing the room and pulling several large blankets out of the closet. He spread them out and tucked all four of them under my chin. Even though the spare blankets were different from the usual ones, they were comfortable enough. I snuggled down into them and closed my eyes.

I heard Peeta chuckle above me and I opened my eyes right when he kissed me softly on the forehead.

"I feel like I'm five again." I smiled as Peeta sat down on the bed next to me. "When both Mother and Father would tuck me in and kiss me goodnight at least five times before I actually went to sleep."

"Mm…" Peeta looked wistful. "I never got that. Mother was… well… you know Mother. And Father wasn't a bad man, but he kept to himself and never did anything of that sort."

"That's right…" I frowned sympathetically. "I had forgotten. Whatever happened to them? I see your father around all the time, but never your mom or brothers."

"They, uh…" Peeta made a face. "They didn't exactly make it here. Father only did because he was out making deliveries at the time of the bombing."

I immediately felt horrible and very remorseful. "I'm so sorry, Peeta. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Peeta turned his head more towards me. "I got over it fast. We were never really that close, Mother and I." He put on a brave grimace.

"That's a horrible thing to say! Sure she was abusive and all, but she is still family." I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the blanket and pouted into thin air. "What about your siblings?"

"I never really saw them. Mother treated me differently from all of them. I just stayed locked up in my room when I wasn't slaving away over a hot stove."

"Dangit, Peeta." I attempted to force back hot tears. "You're making me sad. I didn't know you had lost your own family, while I am sitting here worrying about petty little things like doctors."

"Don't worry. I get over thing fast. And besides," Peeta took my hand. "I have a new family now."

I sniffled and wiped my eyes on the blanket. "I hate crying… I'm going to sleep before any more rotten things happen to you." Careful of my bandages, I wrapped my arms securely around Peeta's waist and fell asleep (after about an hour, stupid insomnia) with my face buried in his shirt.

Haha it was pretty weird. Last night while I was lying awake, the though came to me that where the heck had Peeta's family gone? The decision to kill of the rest of Peeta's family was spur-of-the-moment and I hope it wasn't too rash. That actually took care of quite a bit of other stuff, but I am still working on Finnick, the twins, and what will happen to the little mutt-baby. Still quite literally a work-in-progress, but you guys are seriously helping me a lot. Thank you people and see you next chapter!