If the Capitol didn't hijack Peeta...

Haymitch comes running into the control room, out of breath. "He's here," he says, bent over and gasping for air. I wonder how fast he ran to tell me. I run up to him and give him a long hug, tears streaming down my face. He kisses my head and whispers in my ear," Go get him, sweetheart. " I make a mad dash for the door and then I realize, I almost forgot. I run back and poke my head in the doorway. "Thanks, Beetee! Thank you so much!" I say as I turn and run.
I'm running so fast down the long, empty hallway, that I bump into someone. "Sorry, I was just-" I start to say, but when I look up, i recognize who this is. Gale. I go to him and give him a long, and comforting hug. "Hey Catnip," he whispers in my ear, "I'm back and I'm okay." He looks me right in the eye. "Thank you!" I say to him, but other than that, I'm speechless. I pat his shoulder and run in the other direction. "Are we still on for later?" He asks, hut I don't even hear him; all I can hear is the wind rushing by my ears as I run. I turn and see the door. I push it open with my strong, hopeful hands, longing for the touch of Peeta again.
I run through the blur of rushing people with hospital beds, carrying hurt soldiers from the Capitol mission, and nurses tending to patients. I then see a door marked "Room 009". That's where Haymitch said I'd meet him. Right when I'm about to enter, I stop. What if he doesn't remember me? What if something goes wrong? What if the Capitol torturing really damaged him? All of these questions are soaring through my head. As I look around, I see Prim and my mother, caring for a patient with one leg and an arm cast. They both look up and see me. They're wearing blank faces, and shaking their heads as if to say, "Do it. Open the door." I turn an open the door, closing my eyes.
"Peeta?" I say, hopeful for a reply. "Katniss? Katniss!" He comes running to me, with a smile on his face, bigger than his face. He has his arms open wide, ready for me to be held in. "Peeta!" I say, tears streaming down my face. I once lost him, my beautiful dandelion, but now I will hold onto him, always.