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Katniss POV
I can't believe I've hurt myself and Peeta! Mom made sure the police injected me before leaving me alone, I've been telling mom that it doesn't work, that it makes it worse and I think she's finally realised. She sent me to the hospital with Peeta and Prim, so now we're all waiting to see exactly what they were injecting into me, Peeta's holding my hand and he won't let me go anywhere without me being with him or Prim. We've been here for five hours and finally a doctor comes out to us,
"It seems for some reason they were injecting Tracker Jacker venom instead of the morphine that your prescribed for, I contacted the police who are supposed to be injecting you but they say that they haven't seen you in just over a year," I watch the panic spread across Prim and Peeta's face but for some reason my face flooded with relief. "You do realise that someone unknown was injecting you with a lethal poison."
"Yeah, of course I'm not stupid," I'm surrounded by three very puzzled and I sigh so I explain. "That's what I am relieved about," they still looked puzzled, "I mean if they were injecting me with the morphine like I was supposed to it would mean I was crazy, suicidal and completely and utterly stupid!"
Realisation floods across Prim's face but Peeta still looks panicked, I reach over and grab his hand, he looks at me I don't say anything, I squeeze his hand gently and he smiles. The doctor signs a peice of paper and hands me a prescription, "These medicines will take the venom out of your system, make sure your mom never calls that number again we'll have to track down the number. Get the medicines as soon as possible, I think the pharmacy down the road is still open you should go there."
I nod and he walks off, I link hands with Peeta and I begin to feel guilty so I release his hand and walk over to Prim who seems left out, Prim looks at me and she has tears in her eyes, I wrap my arms around her and she cries into my shoulder. She didn't stop crying so I ended up, picking her up and carrying her to Peeta's car, I sat in the back of the car with her and she finally began to pull herself together, I don't blame her she's twelve and yet she keeps her feelings bottle up like a twenty-five year old, she needed a cry. We reach home and Peeta comes in with me and Prim, I don't think Prim can stand to hear the story without crying again so I talk to her.
"Prim, you've had a tough night, you should go to bed," she looks at me with sadness and before she starts crying again she rushes upstairs to bed, I sigh and Peeta is still staring at me with panic as if I'm going to drop dead right now. "I'm not going to drop dead you know, I'm not leaving this world for another fifty years at least."
"I know but I worry about you, you know I do," he says enveloping his arms around me. "I can't help worrying about you, I want to be worried about you, it's my job, your never going to scare me like that again, promise?"
"I promise, I think we should tell my mom," I say releasing him. "I'm not sure whether she heard us come in."
"Oh, I did," says my mom appearing out of no where. "But I didn't want to interupt you and Prim and then I wanted to know what Peeta's response would be so I decided to stay put."
"So you've been eavesdropping," I ask with eyebrows raised. "You do realise you're supposed to set an example for your kids, don't you?"
"Yep, but if I hadn't of been eavesdropping, I still might be unsure of Peeta," she says. "But anyway what did they say at the hospital."
"They said never call that number again because they were injecting me with poisonous venom which would make me suicidal, so you should be happy you've not got a suicidal daughter." I rush, "but don't try and change the subject, you were unsure of Peeta? How could you be unsure of Peeta?"
"Well, after what you wrote on your arm, I thought that maybe Peeta had made you feel guilty about something causing you to think bad about yourself, but I see now that I was wrong and he was just being protective of you," mom explains. "So really I have no bad thing to say about Peeta now, I just grew slightly more protective of you after Cato, so you know, I was just making sure it wasn't a repeat."
"Peeta's nothing like Cato, don't you realise that loads of guys have asked me out but I refused and it's a good job because the next girl they go out with it ends up being a repeat of me and Cato!" I shout, "I would've noticed if Peeta was like that."
"I understand that now, Peeta you might want to phone anyone who may be wondering where you are since you didn't tell anyone last night," my mom says to Peeta. "Don't want them thinking you and Katniss have done a Romeo and Juliet, do we?"
"Of course," Peeta says and I watch mom leave, "you know I never sung you that song last night."
"Follow me," I say and I grab and take him down to my music studio stepping over the door which is still on the floor I drag him towards my keyboard and say, "play it."
"What now?" He says puzzled and when I nod he turns the keyboard on, "if you want me to but I changed my song after I read the scrapbooks so I didn't write all of the song."
You gave me all you had
And thought I tossed it in the trash
Thought I tossed it in the trash, you did
Gave me all your love is all you ever did
'Cause what you don't understand is...
I'd catch a grenade for you
Throw my hand on a blade for you
I'd jump in front of a train for you
You know I'd do anything for you
Oh, I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
And you would do the same
Tears are streaming down my face and no matter how much I try they won't stop, how did he understand everything I felt just after reading my scrapbooks, that was exactly what I thought that I'd put all my time, effort and love into trying to impress him and I thought all he did was ignore it but he's just said he'll do exactly the same for me. He would do anything for me.