Hehehe… I know some of you are like, "I knew it!" and others are just plain freaking out, but just wait until you figure out who exactly the spies are. Bwahaha!

In the end, the doctors wanted to do yet another surgery on me in attempt to fix my damaged arm nerve. Peeta was extremely nervous and extra-protective when we found out.

"Any time in particular you want this surgery done, doctor?" I asked in a dry voice.

He blinked. "The sooner the better, Mrs. Mellark. After the operation is complete, you will need slight rehab to restore your arm back to what it used to be. I was thinking… tomorrow afternoon. Of course, you will need to stay tonight, so we should fix you up a better bed now that you are conscious."

I frowned. Something was happening tomorrow that I needed to go to. Something important. I leaned closer to Peeta. "What was happening tomorrow that I had to go to?"

Peeta drooped his shoulders and looked so sympathetic and poignant that I just wanted to put my arms around him. "It's the…um…funeral. You wanted to go to that."

My heart made an uneven, painful thump. "Right. I can't have the surgery then. I have to go."

The doctor, who was listening in on me and Peeta talking, frowned. "You aren't in a very good position to go walking around District 13. You just got stabbed in the shoulder."

"So what?" I mumbled, glaring at Dr. Tyrwhitt. "I don't walk with my shoulders."

"Mrs. Mellark, you are in acute physical condition, and it would be best for you not to go anywhere until you are fully healed." At first I liked Dr. Tyrwhitt more than Dr. Longarden, but just then I realized he was no better that the rest of them.

"Doctor, I got stabbed going after the three people that murdered my best friend and nearly my little sister. Gale funeral is tomorrow afternoon and if you think you can stop me because of some stupid wound I got trying to seek revenge, you are insane." I un-tensed myself and settled back into the pillows, looking over at Peeta. To my pleasure, he looked sort of…proud. "I'm going, and even if you won't help me with that, Peeta will."

After a second of exasperated silence, Dr. Tyrwhitt tucked his reading glasses into his hospital gown pocket. "Very well, but you are coming back here the second it's over."

"Have you no compassion?" I hissed at him, feeling ire bubbling up inside of me. "Do you actually know what it is like to have one of the most important people in your life get murdered right before your eyes?"

The doctor looked uncomfortable and guilty. "No, Mrs. Mellark."

"Then keep your mouth shut." My fit had drained every ounce of energy from my body, so I closed my eyes tiredly. "I'm taking a nap, so no one bother me. Except you, Peeta. You can bother me if you really want…"

A light laugh came from Peeta, followed by a kiss on the cheek for me. "Sleep well, despite the four-inch-deep wound in your shoulder."

"Always the optimist…" I smiled slightly and let the drugs pull me under.

In my dream, I was still out in the woods running, but instead of being in the woods outside Thirteen, I was running in the arena, still after the murderers. A jabberjay was following above me, flapping its broad wings to the thrum of my footsteps.

Suddenly, it wasn't me running after something, it was running from something. My heart pounding madly as I wove around trees, frightened for mine and everyone's life around me. I felt hot breath upon the back of my neck.

The jabberjay above me let out an abrupt cry and swerved right in front of my face. I halted in my footsteps, sending something heavy crashing into me. Thick bands of white-hot metal wrapped round my shoulders and I screamed, falling to the forest floor. Something thick filled my mouth, choking me and clogging my lungs. I thrashed around on the ground as the rope bit deeper into my skin.

Something tugged at my waist and I swung my arm out to hit whatever did. Someone next to me made a small noise of pain. "Hey!"

I screamed again and attempted to worm my way out of the blistering strap, but something lightly pressed my body down and forced me to be still. Slowly, all the pain faded away except for the horrible fire in my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into Peeta's worried blue ones. Looking around, it was apparent he was lying on top of me, pinning me down so I would stop thrashing. My right wrist was held taut by Peeta's hand.

As soon as it was clear that I was awake and not being burned to death, I started crying. My shoulder hurt, my heart hurt, and it felt like I was just about to explode. Peeta slid off of me and rolled onto his side, still on the bed. "Are you alright? That must have been a pretty bad nightmare."

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears. Instead of replying, I just buried my face into Peeta's chest, causing even more excruciating pain in my shoulder.

Peeta's put one of his arms around me awkwardly, avoiding causing any more agony. "It's okay. You're okay."

The door unexpectedly opened and a nurse briskly walked in, high-heels clacking on the tiled floor. When took one look of mine and Peeta's embrace, she blushed. "Sorry for intruding. I heard screaming."

"She had a nightmare." Peeta explained. "It'll be fine."

The nurse nodded understandingly "Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well take her vitals."

I forced myself to stay awake through the small tests I had done, thinking every second how much I hated hospitals. When they were finally done, the nurse patted me sympathetically. "There we are, Mrs. Mellark. Everything seems normal. You may go back to sleep. Keep in mind, however, that the doctors' plan on waking you again in three hours for the day."

I nodded, but before the nurse went out of the room again, something popped up into my mind. "Do you think I can have something done to my arm? It…really hurts." The sentence ended lamely.

"I can get you some morphine and an ice pack." The nurse unlocked and opened a nearby cupboard.

"Thanks." I settled my body back against Peeta's, wincing. Even though the unbearable pain was a minor setback, it was worth it to have Prim alive. It was always worth it. Then something dawned on me. "Peeta, where is my family? And who were those other people there looking for me? What happened?"

The doctor came over and Peeta waited to reply until I had a nice ice wrap around my shoulder, and morphine dripping into my IV. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until morning?"

"I'm sure." After the amazing relief gotten from the medicine, I was a little sleepy, but it made it easier to listen while Peeta talked.

"Well, you ran out of the room like a hooligan, chasing after those people. Prim wanted to follow you as well, but I didn't let her. So while you were chasing I knew you had only so much time, and so I took Prim and ran as fast as I could to your mother. When the three of us found out where you had gone, your mother and Primrose started looking for you while I gathered up some more people. In the end there were about seven people looking for you. Your mother, Prim, Me, my father, Finnick, Hazelle, and somehow Johanna just…appeared and offered to help look. So we climbed out of the nursery and began to look. I guess I was pretty lucky to have been in the Games with you because I recognized the trail of someone running very easily. I followed it for a while, until you started to scream. By that time everyone was running in your general direction. I-I have to admit you really scared me there, Katniss." Peeta leaned his forehead against mine. "Finding you lying on the ground, in a pool of blood with a knife sticking out of you is, literally, one of my nightmares."

I offered him my good hand and he put it against his cheek. "But I'm okay now."

Peeta laced his fingers with mine and set our hands down in between us. "You should sleep, Katniss. Tomorrow is going to be hectic and long, so best get as much rest as possible."

"Okay." I obeyed Peeta and closed my eyes.

But as soon as they were closed, he bent down and very gently pressed his lips on mine. "I love you."

A little shiver went up my spine. "I love you, too." And I went off to sleep, knowing I wouldn't have any nightmares because Peeta was by my side.

Aww I really liked writing that chapter. So the status on Finnick's kid... I definitely want it to be a boy. I'm not so sure about the names yet, but some of my favorites are: Jay, Baron, Bate, and Jem. Don't think I didn't forget your name if I didn't put it up. It is just that my internet is down (AGAIN) and those are all the names that I can remember. I have a list written in my email, so don't worry. Also, I am going to be changing the name of my story in a few chapters, because last night I thought up a really good name instead of "Lo and Behold". So if you are looking for this story and it isn't coming up as Lo and Behold, just go to my profile and my stories, it'll still be there. I am giving you guys a bit of a heads up, that's all. Argh my mom just compared my "never ending story" to a SOAP OPERA. Thanks, mom... Don't forget to review! ;)