Post Mockingjay Story Cuz I Need This

I Can't.

Peeta's POV

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I run over to Haymitch's unmoving body. I turn him over and feel immediate relief.

He missed.

His stupid drunk ass's hand was so shaky it very narrowly missed his skull. I hate him so fucking much for doing this to us.

I love him too much to let him go.

Like I said, he narrowly missed his skull. So instead the bullet had to go somewhere else and it chose his left ear. It's a bloody mess. The dark red liquid is pouring out into a very scary pool of blood. But first I set my ear to his chest to check his breathing. It is abnormally slow which scares me even more but I push it down.

I pick him up in my arms. He's heavy but not so much that I would need help carrying him. I look over my shoulder to check on Katniss and see she's just standing there. A look of terror across her face while she's frozen in place. Seeing her like this is like my whole chest is being squished between two extremely large boulders.

"Katniss?" I ask. She hasn't moved a muscle.

"Katniss?" I ask again. "Do you want to come with me? I'm going to take him to the hospital." She still doesn't respond in any way.

I can't leave her like this but I need to get Haymitch to the hospital soon. I set Haymitch down and picked her up. She's still incredibly tense which makes it hard for me to hold her but I run with her in my arms like I did this morning and open her door to her house. I set her down on the couch and placed a blanket around her. It isn't very warm out and it's bound to get colder so I stoke up her fireplace, just in case.

I place a kiss on top of her head and gently stroke her soft hair.

"We'll be back. Be safe." I almost say it. The three words that wanted to come out of my mouth so casually. But I restrained myself, as hard as it was.

I ran back outside. There is another pool of blood by Haymitch's head that scares me. I pick him up like I did Katniss and run. I run as fast I possibly could with him in my arms. The revelation of what could happen hits me like a train as I sprint.

What if I lose Haymitch?

I couldn't. I just couldn't. He has done so much for me. He was, still is, my mentor. He helped me recover in District 13, spending as many days as he could with me. He helped me regain my memories. He helped me figure out how to decipher my Capitol memories from my real ones. He was there for me when not even Katniss was(not that I hold that against her of course). He took care of me in District 13. He gave me permissions that I wouldn't have been granted there. He treated me like what I was. Just a boy.

He didn't treat me like some monster about to leash out and attack at any minute. He didn't treat me like a bomb about to explode. He didn't treat me like the Capitol mutt everyone said I was.

He treated me like a boy.

Like his son.

He would barely get mad at me. He would comfort me, as crazy as that sounds. He would put real sense into my head. He would answer my questions without lying or trying to sugar coat. He was surprisingly nice to me.

Sometimes, he would tell me things about himself.

Sometimes, on very rare occasions, he would tell me about his family. He would tell me about the girl he was in love with. How he wanted to have kids but he didn't want to bring them into such a cruel world.

He was also scared he would become his father.

His father would beat him senseless like my mother beat me. He was scared that if he had children and survived either the games or life in twelve, then he would take out all his anger towards the Capitol on them like his dad did.