Chapter 2: realising.

I wake up and find myself smiling, and then I stop and remember what happened last night. I don't know how Peeta had managed to get out of his cell, where the hell where his guards and secondly I don't even know how he knew were my cell was. This is kinda worrying he could be on the loose in his crazed hijacked form he could be coming to get me and still hating me.

But now I'm here back in my plain old white hospital bed and alone again. Questions and floating in and out of my mind why did Peeta do that? Was it even real? I'm so confused and now I have a headache to top it all.

I decided I've had enough of just sitting back and watching the world carry on as normal around me. For the first time in months I reach behind me and manage to pull my now shorter hair into my braid. That's better I feel more like myself. I think as though whatever happened last night real or not real had given me strength. What I saw last night was Peeta he was there and he was holding me without hurting me. This has given me hope that he can recover, and I believe that I need to help him through like all the times he was there for me, it's my turn to return the favour, If he will let me.

It's not only that I feel different I have more strength like I've woken up this morning a changed person. And the only person who could ever do that to me I realise is Peeta.

I can't get him and what happened last night out of my head. Again he was there to pick me up when I as at my lowest, like her always has really. I'm going to find out what the hell is going on in this place and I have to see Peeta. Is he still hijacked? Is he not? Is what people are saying true? Is he actually recovering? I'm gunnna have to find out these things for myself. These people around me just show me their plastic smiles when I rarely ask about Peeta, "he's improving" "much better" they say but if I chose to ask them more they close off and leave me wondering and doubting whether what they say is what they are just told to say for my benefit.

I get up and fling open the well-oiled door, its midday and the corridors are busy. That is both good and bad news for me. The good- maybe I can actually get out of here without some nurse or doctor catching me and shoving something in my arm, the bad- there is about a 3:1 ratio of nurses to patients in these halls, it's going to be tricky.

I only manage to make it half way to my goal (Peeta's cell) when Dr. Aurelius catches me, quickly making his way over to me twisting and turning narrowly avoiding a nurse pushing a trolley full of bottles to the monitoring cells. Damn why can't I go anywhere without someone looking out for me. Sighing I nod understanding that I have to talk to him, well maybe I can get him off my case.

" why aren't you in your room Katniss, you've had a rough couple of days and your weak"

"I know I just feel I really need some fresh air. I feel so much better today, less groggy" I try and put some enthusiasm into my tone to reassure him.

" well, I don't think it's a good idea-" he starts but I cut him off by giving him a big grin " I'm going out to hunt" now that will surely prove I'm feeling back to the normal me.

I make my way down the empty corridor that leads to Peeta observational room; I push down on the door handle. I just want to see him. One look into the blue eyes seeing me for me and not viewing me as a mutt.

The full length pane of reinforced glass gives me a clear view of what Peeta has to live with, there's a chair, a small bed like my own and a cubicle which I assume is the toilet. How grim, he's been through 2 Hunger Games, risked his life for not only me but for the rebels and this is what he gets in return, it makes me angry.

But as soon as I spot his broad shoulders my anger turns to nervousness, my throat is thick. I breath his back is turned away from me, I have time to prepare myself for the fact that he might reject me. Last night could have been fake some nightmare/sleep walking dream. What are you doing Katniss you're just going to get hurt?

But before I have the chance to chicken out and run for the door he twists around. That's when I realise it must have been real. His blue eyes are the crystal blue that I remember, the calm and peace I wish I could dive into. I walk up closer to the glass I play with my braid as I see him mirror my movements and approach nearer and nearer. I wish he knew how he made my heart race. We are now face to face separated only by the glass. He puts up a hand and I can't help but flinch away even though I know the glass is there, remembering the first we met after his recapture, he slows his movement but does not stop until his palm rests against the glass. My Peeta is back he doesn't want to hurt me any more I'm not a mutt to him. The joy inside my over flows and comes out through my smile and I raise my hand to mirror his, craving his touch. I look into his eyes my grey lightly reflected off the pane showing a beautiful mixture of his blue and my grey.

He's now smiling back, and mouthing something I can't quite make out. My eyes dart over his face and his move to do the same to mine. His face has changed sharp jaw and cheek bones are more prominent mainly due to his torture from the capitol. I shiver the hardships he must have been through. But he's still Peeta. I feel like crying why can't they let me into him? He needs me and I need him.

As my eyes find their way back to his I notice a change they are becoming more clouded. Something's wrong. No please God no.. His previous smile is wiped off his face and replaced by a scowl. He retracts his hand away from the glass like he's been stung and instead starts shouting and throwing useless punches at the glass. At this point I'm thankful I can't hear what hes saying, I don't think I could handle it. I turn away and try and swallow back the tears.

And then I realise what he was mouthing to me. And I's those 3 words I shall cling to and together pull him through. I have to be strong because the words he said were deep and hit home, the words, " I love you."

A/N: I really hope you like this cos I did this instead of my history essay :P xx please review to make it worth while go ahead and click that box =^.^=