Everthorne : sick

Part 11

Katniss's mothers pov

She was sitting next to him again. She hadn't moved for three days since Gale fell unconscious. She hadn't eaten anything. I was getting really worried. Every time I tried to offer her something to eat, she refused and gripped gales hand tighter. She hadn't slept for three days straight either. Every time she tried to go to sleep, she would wake up with nightmares from the horrors of the hunger games. Then she would remeber Gale and get even more flustered. She started to scream every so often to the point where she just didn't sleep. Her face looked heavy and her skin was sickly pale. But her eyes remained determined and brave. In many ways I admire my daughter. Every time I look at her I think of how tough and brave she is to have survived the games. She provides for her family, risking her life each day to illegally hunt to put food in prims and mines mouths. I remember how she painted the mockingjay symbol on Peeta and rues arms after they died, and how she sparked hope in the districts for rebellion. I remember how she volunteered for prim and didn't shed a tear. She is the bravest person I have ever met. I think of all this as I look at her, As she is looking at him. She looks so sad. I decide to go talk to her. "Honey you should sleep" i say to her. "No, what if something happens and I'm not here?" She replies. "Then just lay your head down" I coax "no but-" I cut her off by easing her head down back onto gales shoulder. Their hands are still connected. I smile at Katniss. "I love you my little girl on fire" she smiles sadly at me. "Love you to mom" she says back to me.
It is beginning to get dark outside as I reside back to my kitchen. Katniss turned over so her and Gale are face to face. She just looks at him sadly as a tear rolls down her cheek. Then she snuggles into his chest and whispers something I can't make out. Oh well. At least she's sleeping.