I awake in an unpleasant way, surrounded by doctors in white masks pressing on my forehead. I groan in pain as the feeling becomes unbearable. An uncertain feeling in my stomach arrives and I writhe in pain, grabbing my stomach. The gown I was previously wearing in the Capitol hospital, turns a shade of red filling up almost the entire dress. I panic and scream for the doctors attention. They gasp at the white dress being drenched by red blood. They lift up the dress quickly only to realize that there is a gaping wound in the center of my stomach. The wound oozes red blood and pus, tearing through layers of my skin.
Over the course of the next hour two doctors are trying to fix the crack in my skull, and the other two fixing the gash in my stomach. I recognize a noise coming from the room next to me, the sounds send chills down my spine. It sounds as if there is metal clanging, and then that changes to someone yelling in pain and pleading for help, the last word that is screamed from the voice is "Katniss!" It takes me a moment, but I realize who's voice I am constantly hearing beg for help. The voice I hear screaming my name is Peeta's.
I begin to resist against the doctors, and when they don't let me go I scream for Haymitch. I scream until I have no voice left. When I realize Haymitch is not coming to help, I throw myself against the white wall. The white wall changes from a wall to a window, I witness Peeta, being hurt until all he is is a broken soul. The doctor leaves the room that Peeta is in and the doctors attempt to pick me up from the floor. I resist their strong pulls and force all my body weight to stay put. Peeta is crying in the corner, and the feeling of pain floods my entire body, engulfing all of my strength.
Peeta looks up at me and fights his way to the window. He presses his hands against the window and screams my name, I begin to break. My heart shatters as I watch him slowly deteriorate into a mess of lost words. I bang and scream at the window and I sob hoping that in a moment the window will break and we will leap into each others arms. The doctor comes back in Peeta's room with a large needle. I scream at the sight and hope that Peeta will turn around in time for him to at least put up a fight. The doctor catches Peeta from behind, and jabs the needle into his back, causing Peeta to fall to the floor, motionless.
I gasp and cry at the sight of his unconscious body. My throat is dry and I can't form any form of words. I turn around and the doctors pick me up by my strengthless arms and drag me out into a long hallway where I see a window. In the window I recognize Gale and Haymitch. This give me strength to scream for help. "Haymitch! Gale please help! Help me!" Gale presses his face against the window and his face falls. He recognizes that I'm in pain, both physically and mentally. I hold up the doctors and press my hands against the window begging for help. Gale's heart breaks and his eyes fill with tears. Haymitch shakes his head but Gale runs after me.
The doctors drag me into another room and get the large sedation needle prepared to inject into my bloodstream. I fight against the needle and recognize that Gale has made his way to the window of my room. He bangs against the small frame at the top of the door, begging the doctors to let me out, watching me struggle against the large needle. I reach my arm out to the window and cry my last cry for help. The doctors force my arm down and jab the large needle into my arm. My blinks begin to become longer until they close indefinitely, then black.
Gale and I are entwined in each others arms, the comforting feeling of warmth hugging my body. I then recognize the faint sound of someone groaning. I shake myself out of Gale's arms and beg him to follow the unpleasant noise with me. I lead the way following the sound, Gale close behind. The noise becomes louder and louder until I reach where it has become the loudest. It is the sound of pain and groaning and begging for mercy, a sound that is all too familiar to me. I look down and notice a trail of blood. I follow the trail of blood until I find who is causing it. My food almost makes a reappearance at the sight.
Peeta lay on the ground bleeding from a large gash on his side. The cut reaches to the bone. I recognize a wound in the center of his chest, where his heart lay. I run over and hold him close to me. I run my hand through his hair and do everything I can to save him. I'm trying sewing up the wounds, Gale helping me try to save Peeta. Halfway through trying to save Peeta, I realize that there are several other wounds on his arms and legs. I break down and cry into Peeta's chest, realizing that I can't save him. I cry for several minutes and listen to Peeta's soft voice comfort me, for it is the last time I'll ever hear it. I hold onto every ounce of Peeta that I won't be able to hold onto for much longer.
Over the next couple minutes Peeta becomes more and more pale, until he turns a shade of deathly white. I cry and beg him to stay with me over and over again. Peeta looks up at me and replies, "Always." Peeta's eyes blink shut for the last time and his breathing stops. Warm tears flood down my cheeks and I get up and throw everything around the room, blaming the Capitol for killing him, for killing the innocent baker boy. I lay down in Peeta's arms sobbing for the warm comfort in his arms has turned to a cool lifeless feeling. I could feel that there was no life in him. His arms don't wrap around me like I was used to.
Once I realized he was really gone I threw myself into Gale's arms which rubbed my back. Feeling the comfort of real arms made me feel a little better. He caressed my face and kissed me on the lips. I collapse once more and cry onto his shoulder. I beg him to kill me and to take away my life. He won't do it. I grab an incision knife from the back of the room and Gale screams as he watches me stab the weapon into my stomach and pull it out slowly. The feeling of pain and bleeding out rushes my body. I collapse next to Peeta, and blink out a single tear. Then everything turns black.
I wake up screaming and crying for the night terror I had just experienced. The warm sobs wrack my body. My entire body is sore. I can't move an inch. Gale enters the room and sobs at the sight of me. I force myself to stand up and look into the large mirror. My eye sockets are purple and carved, my face is a ghostly pale, my entire body is slimmer, and my bones have become visible. "How long have I been sleeping?" I force my voice to question Gale.
"It's been two weeks, and the kind of medicine they gave you to sedate you has drained all of the life out of you." I climb back in bed, with the image of me burned into my mind. "Peeta's okay, the doctors haven't been treating his as well as you though. All he wants to see is you, but he will probably have to wait a little while, judging by your condition. He was only asleep for four days, the medicine took a larger impact on you." I cry when Gale says this. Gale questions what happened, and I tell him about my night terror.
"Take me to see him. Please." I beg.
"Katniss he doesn't look too well, and I don't want you to become even more upset."
"I need to see him. I can't live without him."
