Once we were all patched up, the two Avoxes left us by ourselves in the room.
Peeta and I just sat there at the end of the bed in silence. Then I looked at Peeta with a sort of grimace, but I burst out laughing shortly after.
It was all so terrible and surreal! My mentor trying to drain the life out of me, when he was supposed to be helping me! It was hilarious. Strangely hilarious.
Soon I was on the floor, on all fours, banging the ground with my fists. I soon stopped that though because of the sharp pain in my wrist.
I cried out, giggling uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face and clutching my side.
I must have looked like a nutter.
I lay gasping on the bedroom ground, grinning my head off, and I realised that Peeta had laid back on the bed, chuckling to himself. I gave one last laugh, when the realisation dawned on me.
"Peeta, what the Hell? What have I done?" I cry, getting quickly up off the floor.
He looked at me with a confused expression. I sighed, exasperated.
"Y'know, besides from the fact that I angered our mentor, our main lifeline, into making him want to kill me, what are we going to do?"Peeta's got nothing to say to that.
Tears come to my eyes again, but not out of uncontrollable laughter. Out of the situation ahead of us.
"P-Peeta, I-I'm so s-sorry." I stutter, tears already streaming down my face. He gives me a sad look, and opens out his arms to me. I walked into them, sobbing all the while.
"Katniss, it's okay. Don't cry, everything's alright." Peeta soothed, stroking my now messed-up hair.
I hastily pulled away from him, wiping the tears from my face and glaring. "What do you mean, 'everything's alright'?"
He looked surprised. "I just meant that you don't have to be sorry." I continued to glare at him.
"Well, Mr. Mellark, that's my decision. And I decide that I should be sorry!"
By now Peeta just looked amused, which infuriated me.
"Mr. Mellark?" he questioned, smirking slightly. I faltered. Why did I say that? I sound so stupid.
"Oh, shut up." I reply, strutting out of the room, trying to maintain all of the dignity I had left. That is, if there is any. I hear Peeta snigger from behind me, and I know he's following me.
I reach the living room, and see Haymitch sitting on the same sofa Peeta and I were sitting on. The sight of him made my blood boil, though he still had bruises and a couple of cuts, I was glad to see.
I looked over at me, gave me the dirtiest look he could muster, and was about to get up when Peeta came to my side, wearing a glare that could compete against my own, and put his arm around my waist. "Don't," I'm surprised to hear the venom in his tone. "Make me beat you up again."
That shut Haymitch up, and he angrily slumped back down onto the sofa again.
"What are you doing out here?" I ask him. He looks up at me with a hateful stare.
"I don't see why it's any of your concern." he states. I can feel my temper rising.
"You did attempt to kill me, so I think it's my every concern." Haymitch's lips are working up a retort when there's a loud, cheering sound. We all turn our heads to the source, and find that it's coming from outside of the train, in the direction we're heading in.
Then all of a sudden Effie bursts in, excitement evident on her features. 'We're here!" she trills.
A/N: Please, I would like to get at least one review per chapter. Ah-hah! I won't write another chapter unless I get at least one review! Moohahaaa