The hunger games; growing together

11-Sickness

*hiss*

"Shut up." I tell buttercup as I kick him out the way with my feet. Bloody cat. I dash to the bathroom and Chuck up whatever's left inside me. The last few days I have become really sick. I'm afraid I have caught a bug.

Peeta as usual runs just behind me, holding back my hair and stroking my back. "Peeta I don't want you to get sick too." I say with a groan and I lean on the bathroom cupboard. I can't be arsed to get up. This is the second time I've been sick this morning. "I don't care, I need to be here with you." Peeta replies. "Maybe we shouldn't go see Haymitch today? You don't look up to it." He continues. I sigh.

"No, let's go see Haymitch. We haven't seen his in a couple of weeks and I feel bad he lives alone." I say with a sigh. Peeta smiles slightly. "He doesn't live alone, he lives with 20 freaking chickens!" He laughs. I giggle too. "Geese" I correct him. "Same thing!" He replies as he helps me stand up.

We are stood hand in hand facing each other. Looking into them beautiful blue eyes is just the best thing. I truly am so lucky to have him. "Did I ever tell you how amazing you look, pretty boy." I say with a smile. He looks back down at me. "I love you Katniss, and your so beautiful. But you have sick around your mouth." I laugh. "Okay go then so I can wash up before we leave." I hear him chuckle on the way out.
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"Hey sweetheart!" Haymitch says greeting us in the door. If I'm honest I did really want to go to Haymitch's today because of this sickness. I've been feeling tired and aching, but of course throwing up. But I wanted to see Haymitch. We've gotten close in the four years after the war.

Haymitch and Peeta sit and play Chess while I watch. But I'm not concentrating. The only thing I think of is the resist to run to the bathroom and throw up. "What's up sweetheart?" It takes me a moment to realise he's talking about me. "Um...I'm fine, just a bit tired that's all." I say. "Go home then sweetheart if you need, I'm not keeping you. Just say goodbye to the Geese on your way out." He grins. I laugh at the comment shaking my head.

"Okay." I begin. "I'm sorry I would love to stay. I think I need a lie down." I say standing up. Peeta immediately rises to come with me but I object. "No Peeta, stay here finish the game. I'll only sleep anyways I'll be boring company." The boy with bread stares at me, unsure if he should follow but I sit him down on the chair. I go to say something else but I feel sick again. "Bye!" I cry as I dash off.

I walk rapidly to our house and instantly lie down on the bed. The soft pillow feels so good; I don't ever want to move from here.