A/N: Hello again! Look, I have it up, and it's not next week yet! :D

So; let's get a few things straight.

If you thought it was a bit weird that Peeta's getting to come home after just a little begging, I was having writers block. I didn't know what to do, so I just made Dr. Aurelis agreeable.

This is right after the rebellion. Katniss is already in District Twelve, and Peeta's going back soon.

Bold Italics are Peeta's flashbacks and hijacked Peeta's thoughts. These won't be everywhere, but remember, he was tortured, and the pain isn't going anywhere. No matter how much this writer hates it. :-(

Also, this chapter might be a little all over the place. Sorry… Haha.

Tomorrow morning?

I smile, even though I'm afraid it doesn't look genuine. Tomorrow morning. I don't know if I'm ready. Could I deal with it? Katniss is surely still being haunted, as am I. Could I help her being there? Or would I make it worse? Am I going back to her too soon? I feel so many emotions at this moment:

Joy,

Anger,

Excitement,

Resentment. Do you really want to go back to that mutt?

She's not a mutt! She's Katniss…the real Katniss!

Whatever. You're just fooling yourself Mellark.

I am not! That's it. I'm going back. I'll help her any way I can. No matter what you say! You'll see, I'll-

"Peeta?" Dr. Aurelis has his hands on my shoulders. "Are you back?"

"I think so," I say shakily. I hate when that happens. Its not a full blown flashback, but when I argue with myself, it can get pretty ugly. At least I didn't shout this time…

"Listen. I don't think you're ready. Even though you begged, you need a few more tests done. I'm sorry, but you can't go back tomorrow," he says.

I nod. Wow, I actually feel…okay with that.

He continues. "But you did two days worth of testing today. Your memories seem to be coming back gradually. And the way you handled the simulation was, as I said, satisfying."

He goes on to tell me about what test I'll be doing tomorrow. Apparently it's mostly therapy. He won't tell me what kind, but it's supposed to help me. I've done therapy before, but this must be different.

I look at the clock. It's 8:27. I have to be back in my room at 9 for night medications.

"Well, I guess I'll let you go to bed. See you in the morning, Peeta," Dr. A says.

I nod. "See you," I say, walking towards the door of the "facility".

Once I get back to my room, I wonder what exactly I'm going to do next. I look at my chart on the wall, and see that today is my shower day. I need to get it before Beatrice comes. The clock says 8:32, so I go into the bathroom, strip, and hop in.

I still think it's pretty ironic that these showers aren't as fancy as the ones in the Training Center. Or what used to be the Training Center. I'm still not sure what they use it for now. Maybe a museum. I wish they would just burn it to the ground…

But then again, I kind of like the idea of making sure Panem remembers. I know we want to forget, but we shouldn't. remembering the awful times will help our leaders create a better future.

I realize that I've been standing under the warm stream for quite sometime now. I finally start to use soap.

After I rinse, I step out and dress in some pajama pants and a t-shirt. I hear a knock on the door, and proceed to open it.

There stands Beatrice. She looks kind of distraught. Maybe she thought I ran away? No matter, I think she's about to talk.

"Good evening, Peeta. How are you doing?" she says lightly.

"Well, thanks. Except I can't go back home tomorrow."

She rolls her green eyes. "I know dear. But it's for the best. Believe me."

I nod. "Now," she continues. "Since you're going home soon, you're going to need to learn which meds are which, and when to take them." I nod again, and she goes through all the routine pills, telling me their names and how long they last before I have to order more.

Then she goes over emergency pills. All of my fragments of skin are pretty sensitive so, if in the case something goes wrong, I have shots and cream to use.

Then I have different color pills. Blue for depression, yellow for out of the ordinary pain, white sleeping pills… good thing she's sending a chart with me. Along with Katniss' list of medicine, because Dr. A doesn't think she's taking them. Hoorah for responsibilities.

Beatrice seems to read my mind. "I know it's a lot to handle, but I know you, Peet. You'll be great, whether she accepts your help or not."

That's what I like about Beatrice. She knows me now. I've been here for months. She's the only one who takes care of me. She's in her forties, and she treats me as if I'm her child. Kind of like the mom I never had.

"Now," she starts. "I guess I'll see you in the morning! Good night, Peeta."

"Good night Bea," I reply.

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