Peeta POV

When I get back with Mrs. Everdeen we rush upstairs towards the bedroom, only to find that Katniss isn't there. I check in the bathroom where I left her and instantly wish that I hadn't stepped in. She's laying in the bathtub, unconscious. The tub is full of water tinged red with her own blood. Mrs. Everdeen is right behind me but pushes me aside to go over to her.

She remains still as her mother presses two fingers to her neck and holds it there for a moment before turning to me.

"She still has a pulse, but barely. Can you take her back to the bedroom?" She tells me. This news is both relieving and more frightening at the same time, I'm glad that she's still alive unlike I originally thought. When I saw her in the bathtub, filled with her own blood, I knew instantly what had happened, I had an inkling of what was going on when she had first called me into the room, I knew that is she died it would be on my hands. It would have been my fault.

I reach into the tub and gently pick her up and I can feel just how fragile she is. I feel like I'm going to break her. After I pick her up I make the mistake of looking in the tub and almost drop Katniss. In the tub there is a tiny form that looks like a minuscule human, it has a small smattering of fine blonde hair, the body still looks a bit alien but the arms, legs, you can see little microscopic fingers and toes forming and have to tear my eyes away from the disturbing and depressing. Before anything else happens I carry her into the bedroom and Mrs. Everdeen takes off the sheets then she replaces them quickly. I lay Katniss down gently, hoping that it will help in some way if I'm extremely careful with her then she'll just wake back up.

"Is Demer at Haymitch's?" Mrs. Everdeen asks suddenly as she moves around Katniss.

"Yeah, I took her over before I got you." I say knowing that I should have been quicker about it. "I took too long..." I mutter.

"No, she should be fine. There have been women who come back from way worse. Any way it's good that you took her over. She really doesn't need to be here. Actually, can you go pack her a bag for the next few days, I think you two may need some time together before you bring her into the mix." She tells me.

"I-I guess... should I do that now?" I ask. She nods and I quickly leave to run to my daughter's room.

I throw a bunch of clothes in a bag and head out of the house. Once at Haymitch's he pounces on me he barrades me with questions as to why Demer is here, why she's staying the night. I can't seem to tell him and I can't stand to stay any longer so I just tell him she wanted to have a sleepover with grandpa. Then I turn ad leave, heading back to my house and my wife.

When she wakes up she already knows what happened, she knows she lost the baby. The look on her face when her mother confirms it breaks my heart more than it was before. I can't stay any longer no matter how much I know I need to. I leave the room to go get my head together before I freak out. As I'm passing Haymitch's house he calls out to me and forces me to come inside.

"Boy, what the hell is going on with you? Are you having an attack or something?" He asks forcing me into a chair at his table.

"Where's Demer?" I ask looking around, not wanting her to hear what I'm going to have to tell him.

"She's outside feeding the geese, now answer my question." He replies stoutly. I look around trying to stave off the tears gathering in my eyes but no matter what I do a few tears still fall down my cheeks.

"It's Katniss... She... she l-lost the... she lost the baby." I finally stutter out and fold my arms on the table. The look on his face is one of shock. He gets out of the chair on the other of the table and comes over toward me. He hugs me from the side awkwardly with one arm and I feel even more upset than before he did anything.

"Are you okay?" He asks me. I shake my head and look out the window toward the forest that has come to recognize as the place where Katniss usually escapes to. I've considered going out there before but really had no reason to before now. "How long do you want her to stay?" He asks.

"I don't know, I have about a week's worth of clothes for her and I really don't want her home for a few more days... it'll be hard enough to deal with this without worrying about her..." I tell him standing up from the table. "If she asks, you wanted to have a week of her all to herself... I still don't know how we're going to tell her..." I tell him sadly as I get up from the table. "I need to go."

He starts to say something but before the words can leave his lips I'm out the side door and running towards my home. I don't go upstairs to where Katniss is most likely is, I go to the basement that is dirty and poorly furnished. I find the small door that leads to the space I go when I need to be alone, primarily when I'm feeling an attack coming on.

I curl in a ball on the floor and just stare at the opposite wall with a blank and unfazed expression, I just try to keep my mind from thinking of anything. The numbness I feel is a bit of a relief from the sorrow of the day.

It's rated M for a reason. If you aren't reading Taken Away then you don't know why I haven't updated, I planned on updating this yesterday but there was a ton of stuff that made it nearly impossible for me to do so.