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Chapter 17 – Katniss's POV

When I came back inside from parking the car, they had taken Peeta in. I tried to go through the door, but the lady at the desk held me back. "I need to see him!"

"Sweetie, I'm sorry! The doctors are taking care of him. You can see him in a while." I resisted a little longer then gave up. I sat down in the chair closest to the door and crossed my arms. After two seconds I got back up.

"Hey, can I use a phone?"

"Of course." She brought me around the corner and I picked up her desk phone. I dialed my mom's number.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm just getting ready for bed. Are you okay at Peeta's?"

"I'm fine, but I'm not there anymore."

"What's going on?"

"Some people came and robbed his house. He locked me in his room and tried to fight them-" I choked up she was listening. "One of them stabbed his leg and we're at the hospital."

"Katniss! Is he okay? Do you want me to come there?"

"No, but I realized that I need to learn how to drive." I laughed through the tears. "Mom, I'm scared. The knife is in there pretty deep, and there was a lot of blood."

"Baby, he's going to be fine. You did the right thing taking him there. Call me when you get more information, okay?"

"Okay. I will. Love you." I wiped my eyes with my hand. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. I could call in and see how it's going, if you want."

"Please do." She sat down in her chair and dialed. There was a 'yes,' 'okay," and several other one syllable answers.

"Sweetie, a doctor is going to come out and get you. Then you can go in and wait."

"Thank you so much." I sat down in the same chair, a little more relieved.

It took about an hour for the doctor to come out and get me. I alternated from pacing to sitting nearly every minute. He motioned me to follow him. I hopped out of the chair and followed him. I was told to wash my hands before we got in the room. When I got inside, Peeta was lying on a bed. He was sleeping. I ran to him and knelt by his side. "You can wake him up whenever you want to."

"Thank you." I watched his chest rise and fall for about five minutes. Then I took his hand and said in a loud whisper, "Peeta." His eyelashes fluttered and eventually opened.

"Katniss?" He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back.

"Lay back. How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Off the top of my head, I was laying on the floor in my house. But I don't know why."

I sighed. "Peeta, some people robbed your house and one of them stabbed you in the leg."

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worried about you!" I smiled. "I had to basically carry you here. It wasn't easy."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No, I'm calling myself weak."

"Babe, you're not weak. You're the strongest woman I've ever met."

"Thank you. Now do you want to go to sleep?"

"Yeah, but stay here? No matter what they tell you, just tell them I'm making you stay."

"Okay. I'm just going to talk to the doctor and call my mom. Do you want me to call your family too?"

"Hell no."

"Okay, okay! Now got to sleep." I turned away and opened the door.

"Katniss?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." I left. The doctor was standing outside the door. "How long is he going to be here?"

"Well, he's in pretty good shape, but he'll have to use crutches so he doesn't put too much pressure on it once he gets out. I think about a week." He writes something down on a clipboard. "Would you like me to escort you out?"

"No, I'm staying."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Peeta told me to stay. He told me to tell you that he's making me stay."

"No miss; I don't think I can do that."

"Please?" I looked him straight in the eyes

"Fine, I'll arrange for a bed to be brought to his room."

"Thank you!" I ran back into Peeta's room.

"So?" I smiled at him.

"He tried to get me to leave, but I told him what you told me."

"Good. Come here."

"Peeta, can I see your leg?" He lifted the covers off. There was a tan wrap on it and it covered nearly his entire thigh. "Does it still hurt?"

"Nah, they probably have me on meds."

Ten minutes later they brought in the bed and a phone. I called my mom and told her everything. We said good night and I fell asleep.