Was this another dream? Was I destined to meet my end at Peeta's hands? No! I wouldn't allow it.

"Peeta!" I bellowed. I sprinted to the door and pushed at it, but just like in my nightmare, it would not budge. Using all my force, I began to ram the door with my shoulder. Pain rocked me to the core with each blow but I knew stopping was an impossibility. Not with the petrified screams that rung out from behind that door. With each ram I slowly felt the door slowly begin to splinter off its hinges with each successful blow. My shoulder slowly began to go numb and I took this opportunity to use even more force. With one final cry, I slammed into the door with my last remaining strength, and to my surprise it fell to the floor with a powerful thud. My already ruined shoulder took the brunt of the fall as I toppled on top of the dropped door. But with the adrenaline coursing through my body, I felt nothing.

My main mission was to save Peeta. At whatever the cost may be.

Rising to my feet, I saw that the medical staff had begun to restrain Peeta to his bed, strapping down his legs and arms. Peeta was still fighting relentlessly and was pushing and shoving them away with one free arm. His blows were strong as they sent a number of medical staff flying into the walls and glass around the room. I pushed my way to the front of the commotion and tried my best to grab for Peeta's free hand.

"Peeta!" I pleaded. "Please stop! It's me!"

Suddenly my face exploded with pain and I felt my head snap back. In Peeta's struggle to free himself, he had made contact with my jaw, nearly knocking me unconscious. I felt the world spin and my vision slowly began to blur. The intense soreness in my shoulder, along with the newly acquired pain to my face was becoming too much to handle and I dropped to my hands and knees.

This was slowly starting to turn into my nightmare.

"Kat… niss?"

All commotion ceased and my eyes shot around the room for who had called my name. All the masked faces of the medical staff gave me confused looks and raised eyebrows. I slowly got to my feet and a stillness entered the room.

Who said that?

"Katniss?"

There it was again. This time it was a familiar voice. Haymitch? No. It wasn't deep enough to be his. Plutarch? No again. There wasn't a shred of animosity behind it. Mostly bewilderment and pain. It could only be one other person. I turned to face Peeta and he stood still. His free hand on top of his lap and his eyes fixated at me.

I made my way to him, with the fear that he could strike me again completely gone. I cupped his face with my hands and stared deep into his baby blue eyes. His skin was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to what I had remembered from before. His face was still, transfixed on mine. His eyes jumped from my eyes, then to the bridge of my nose, and then to my lips. Over and over again.

I begin to second guess myself and can't help but imagine that it was someone else who said my name.

"Was that you Peeta?" I ask. I needed to know for sure. "Say my name again."

"Katniss."

Tears began to form in my eyes and I could feel my face split into a happy grin. A grin that I haven't felt in so long. I lean my forehead onto his and close my eyes.

"Say it again," I beg.

"Katniss."

"Yes, Peeta it's me," I say through gleeful sobs.

My face still stung immensely from where he had struck me, but I was so overtaken by joy that I slowly began to completely forget about the ache in my cheekbone. I threw myself into his body and hugged him with all my strength. He grimaced audibly but I couldn't bring myself to let go of him. I felt his free arm slowly begin to wrap around my waist and embrace me. It had been so long since I had felt his touch that goosebumps immediately began spreading up my back. My mind recounted our many other embraces in the past. But nothing had the same feeling as this one.

Snapping myself back to reality, I had lost track of how long I had been holding onto Peeta. But each time my brain said to let go, my heart rejected it. I finally knew that all my effort had not been in vain.

I heard approaching footsteps behind me and unlatched myself from Peeta's grip. Turning around, I met the eyes of the two guards that had escorted me out of Plutarch's meeting. Fear began to overtake my heart and I slowly began to back pedal away. I was trapped, and there was no way Peeta could help me in his situation.

"Stop!" A voice yelled out, ending the tense feeling in the room.

A hand reached over the guard and from it, emerged Plutarch's chubby frame.

"That's enough," he says, stopping everyone in their tracks. He glanced over to Peeta and smiled.

"Well would you look at that!" he exclaimed, a slight tinge of sarcasm behind his voice. "I'm glad you're finally remembering her Peeta! Now we can begin to move forward with our plans."

"Plans?" I repeated. "What plans?"

"All in due time, Ms. Everdeen," he replied back.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead for sure.

"Now rest up Peeta!" He continued. "You'll need all your strength back!"

With that last statement, he marched out the room, guards in tow behind him.

I need to figure out what was going on.

Upon Plutarch's exit, another familiar face entered. That of Johanna. Her bald head had begun to grow hair, as a slight stubble appeared. However it was nothing compared to the spiky brown hair that had once accompanied her scalp.

"Baker-boy finally realize who you are?" she says, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" I replied back, ignoring her question completely.

"I went to your room and saw that you weren't there, so this was my second guess. And low-and-behold I was right."

I didn't have time for her snarky comments so I began to make my way to Peeta again. He hadn't moved from his upright position I had left him in, and still only had one arm free of restraints. Sitting by his side, I placed my hand on top of his and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're finally back," I tell him.

He looks down to my hand on his his and then back to my face.

"What happened?" He asked confusingly.

"So much. And I don't have a clue where to start."

Peeta smiles weakly and flips his hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. A rush of warmth travels from my fingertips to my chest and I smile. Our moment is interrupted when a medical staff member in the room begins to clear her throat loudly.

She makes her way through the crowd to us and stops right in front of Peeta. I expect her to try and begin restraining Peeta again, but instead she begins to loosen the one's outfitted to his legs and other arm.

"I'm sorry Ms. Everdeen, but we must evaluate him at once," she says. "We never expected this much progress in such a short period of time, so we must act accordingly."

I look over to Peeta and he nods in acceptance.

"Thank you Katniss," he says, and my heart begins to beat faster at the mention of my name from his lips.

"Ok," I say as I begin advancing toward the tiny nurse. "But you hurt him in any way, or make him uncomfortable with anything you do, and I'll take it upon myself to do whatever you did to him to you. That goes for everyone here as well!" I turn to face the crowd and they share frightened looks.

"Understood Ms. Everdeen," she says. "But please, time is of the essence now."

I nod my head to Peeta and he gives me a smile. It was a smile of sincerity that sent my anxiety away in an instant.

He was going to be okay.

I make my way to the exit and hop over the toppled door. Upon seeing it, my shoulder begins to ache in discomfort as I'm reminded that it was me who did the damage. Outside the door, Johanna lay on top of the couch I frequented.

"What do you want?" I asked her again.

"Haymitch said to come grab you for whatever reason," she says, childishly kicking her feet in the air.

Hangar 7!

"Where is he now?" I ask.

"He's waiting for you in your room."

I knew I needed to get to him quickly. His life was in danger and he didn't have a clue. I began to run but stopped quickly as a thought suddenly popped into my head.

"Johanna, come with me!" I tell her, signaling for her to follow me.

"No way!" she replies back, waving a finger in the air. "You've got something planned and plans involving you are always bad news! Look what happened to me the last time I followed a plan with you in it!"

Her bald head gleamed in the fluorescent light, reminding me of her sacrifice.

"Please," I pleaded. "I need your help more than ever before."

She hesitates, eyeing me up and down and then lets out a reluctant sigh. "This plan better be good, I swear!" She says, rolling her eyes.

I grab her hand and we run to my room. Just as she had said, Haymitch was there, with a large bag throwing out tray after tray of spoiled food. Upon seeing us, he frowns.

"I couldn't deal with the smell anymore so I took it upon myself to clean your mess." he said. "You owe me."

"You have no idea!" I say as I hug him, my arms barely being able to reach around his burly frame.

"What's this all about?" He asks puzzlingly.

"Everything," I start. "I know I may not always understand your intentions, but I know you're always looking out for my best interest."

Haymitch lets out a soft chuckle and places his hand on my hand, rustling my already atrocious bedhead.

"Well it's about damn time!" He says.

I can't help but chuckle as well.

"This is all fine and dandy," Johanna says, breaking the moment of reconciliation. "But why am I here?"

"Right!" I say as I let go of Haymitch. "Something is going on. Much deeper and darker than we may be prepared for. And we're going to have to get to the bottom of it!"

Authors Note: Welcome back everyone! I hope everyone's 4th of July was amazing if you celebrate it here in the States! Look forward to Chapter 8 next Wednesday , July 19th. Feel free to leave a review as well!