Baker's Girl Peeta MellarkXReader

The Rule Change

A/N: There is going to be a lot of Peeta's POV and Y/N is going to be unconscious for a while as well. There is going to be a very graphic description of vomit as well! I will put some warning signs before it!

Bred Boi's POV:

"What?" I turn around and see my father standing there with a look of fear shadowing his face.
"Peeta Y/N's parents are fine," he starts, "they went on a walk halfway through sorting through fresh meat and left the door open."

"So why is everything torn up?" I ask, my brow furrowing in confusion.

"Wild dogs got in and so did a few other animals. They must have gotten attacked and eaten by the larger animals. When they came back all they saw was blood and assumed the worst."

'What's the "worst"?'

"That you and Y/N had been harmed, or killed."

"Oh."

He holds out his hand which I gladly take and and carry Y/N. Not that I'm jealous of Gale, but I'm jealous of Gale. God I wish I could actually be married to the girl I truly love.

I carry her all the way back to my house, to find both of her parents sat on a small wooden chair each. The look of worry and desperation clear on their faces. Mrs Y/L/N looked sick and pale with beads of sweat resting on her forehead.

"Peeta!" Mr Y/L/N almost shouts as he runs towards me, "is Y/N okay? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? What happened?"

"Hey chill with the questions, "I laugh, " We're both fine, we thought you had been hurt!"

He pats my back and laughs. Mr Y/L/N and I have been quite close, we have always gotten along and shared an interest in Y/N's health.

The stairs creek as I carry Y/N upstairs and gently lay her down on her bed. I tuck her in making sure she's completely covered and warm. "Goodnight Y/N."

Your POV:

Why is it so warm? Oh but it's soft, soft and warm and perfectly dark.

It shouldn't be.

I ate berries that I stupidly forgot are sleep berries and I fell unconscious. I shouldn't be here in -what I assume is either a sack or bed-! I should be outside in the cold, finding my parents!

Oh God my parents!

The thought of them makes me bolt upright. Are they alright? They could be dead!Wait... I recognize this wall and this cover. It's mine! Am I in my own room?How? This doesn't make any sense!

I get up and quietly tiptoe across my creaky floorboards. I've lived here so long that I've memorized which ones are and aren't creaky.

Left. Left. Up. Right. Down. Up. Up. Up. Left.

Done. Carefully I reach forwards and open the door. I can hear hushed whispers and slight humming that belongs to Peeta. So he is fine, well he could be unconscious or being tortured or brainwashed but I don't really think so.

I creep along the hallway towards the room that it's coming from. My parents room. I push down the handle and open the door.

Peeta is laying on with the covers covering his body and his head laying on a pillow. His chest going up and down as he breaths. He has one hand under his ashy hair and the other on his duvet covered blanket.

"Peeta," I whisper, "Wake up!"

I shake his shoulder gently waiting for him to wake up. His head wobbling and his lips slipping around. This all made the bed shake. I should stop that could disturb anyone else.