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Katniss POV

Two and a half weeks.

I've been stuck in this bloody hospital for two and a half weeks.

And he still hasn't woken up.

I've stayed by his side this whole time, clutching his hand and begging him to live, to stay with me. Sometimes it's with tears cascading down my already red cheeks, other times it's with frustration, anger that he won't wake up, that the doctors won't help him, even though I know that they're doing their best.

I haven't slept in the whole two and a half weeks I've been here, not once, which must be some kind of world record. I've rested, lying in the chair by his bed, but not slept. My eyes have never been closed longer than ten seconds.

I haven't moved either, unless the doctors say it's completely necessary I leave the room.

And that's only been twice.

Which, of course, means his family can only come in one at a time. His dad will offer a small smile but mostly ignore me; and his brothers just speak to Peeta, talking about memories, laughing occasionally, bringing in items from his past.

His mum hasn't come.

-Line Break-

'Hey.'

A soft voice laced with sadness snaps me out of my trance, or rather out of doing nothing but stare at Peeta un-wake-able body. My head flutters upwards and I smile sadly at Finnick, who's head is peaking through the small crack in the door to Peeta hospital room.

'Hi.'

'How are you holding up?'

'Good, I think,' I lie.

'C'mon, Kat, that's bullshit. Are you forgetting we've been best friends since we were four? I can read you like an open book,' he tells me, eyebrows raised.

'No. I guess I haven't been a very good best friend these past few weeks since Peeta's started out school, have I?' I admit sheepishly. Before Peeta arrived, Finn and I used to do everything together. We even kept every Saturday free for 'movie afternoon' at Finn's house; we haven't done that since Peeta arrived.

'Nah, forget about it. I've been caught up with Annie too,' he reminds me. He kisses my cheek and I kiss his and I know that, to anyone else, this would look like we were together, but to us, it's just a gesture we've done since we were four.

'Now, grandma Kat, I'm on strict orders from mummy Madge to get you out of this stuffy hospital room and to take you for a movie afternoon at my house,' he beams.

'Finn, I can't. You know I can't. I haven't left his side for two weeks. Two flipping weeks! What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't slept, barely drunk or eaten in two fucking weeks. And why? Because I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him, Finn. In love with him!'

Finn sighs.

'I get it, Kat. Honestly I do,' he sighs again, harder, 'I'll tell Madge I couldn't get you out of here. You know she's going to kill me right?'

I grin at him, throwing my arms around his neck and jumping so my legs are round his waist. I don't even know why I'm so happy – there was no way I was going to leave anyway. His arms wrap around my waist and he chuckles.

'Let's hope Peeta doesn't see us,' he jokes.

But of course, Peeta chooses this moment to wake up.

This moment, of all the moments in two and a half weeks.

Shit.

We jump apart but I know he's already seen us, by the look of anger and hurt in his features.

'Peeta, I-'

'Katniss, d-don't. Just go.'

'But Peeta-'

'GO!' he yells as loud as his voice will let him, which isn't very loud but it's enough to get me bursting in to tears and running out the door. I slam the door shut behind me and sink down on the wall next to it, burying my face in my hands and crying.

He never even knew Finnick was my best friend.

He never knew I loved him.

I hear Peeta and Finn arguing in Peeta's room, but the last few sentences stand out to me.

'Finnick, you can go too,' Peeta sighs, his voice strained. My heart aches and I want to run back in there and hug him, but I know I can't.

'No, Peeta. Not until you hear what I have to say.'

'Finnick, I don't fucking want to hear it. She cheated on me, you cheated on Annie, and in front of me? That's wrong.'

'FOR FUCKS SAKE PEETA, YOU KNOW NOTHING! KATNISS HAS BEEN MY BEST FRIEND SINCE WE WERE FOUR AND I WAS COMFORTING HER! SHE HASN'T LEFT THIS ROOM IN TWO AND HALF FLIPPING WEEKS. SHE HASN'T SLEPT IN TWO AND A HALF WEEKS. SHE'S BEEN RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE, HOLDING YOUR HAND AND BEGGING YOU TO HOLD ON. SO DON'T TELL ME ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG – BECAUSE JUDGING HER LIKE THAT IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE YOU'LL EVER MAKE.'

And with that he storms out, picks up my crumpled, crying form, shoots Peeta – who's looking at me, my red face and tangled hair in shock - one last angry glance, and carries me out of the hospital to his car.

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