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Peeta's Wrist.

Rye woke three times last night, Peeta didn't wake up once to help. And after each I woke, I couldn't fall back to sleep for at least an hour. And when I finally did, Rye's crying would start right back up again. So this time when Rye begins to cry, I push on Peeta's bare shoulder lightly. "Peeta, come on get up. It's your turn." I whisper.

"Whatever." He mumbles standing and walking from the room. I fall back to sleep seconds after he leaves.

I begin to wake when our eight o'clock alarm starts to beep. I roll over with a groan and slap the alarm to shut it off. I hear a dish fall off of something downstairs so I stand with a hurry pulling on one of his shirts and pair of sweatpants. "Peeta." I call. All I get is a groan in return.

He's laying on the floor with a bloody wrist.

"Oh my god Peeta." I gasp. "What happened?" I rush to him and lift his head into my lap.

"Delly was here and cut my wrist. She was hiding on the porch and jumped out. I couldn't stop her and she ran away." He stutters through the words.

"We'll come on, I'll clean you up." I say a few tears slipping down my cheek. I lift him and half carry him to the bathroom where he sits on the floor. "It's gonna hurt yeah, but just hold on." I tell him. I pour on rubbing alcohol to clean it and begin to wipe it away as he winces. I do the one thing I know will help him and kiss him while I continue to wipe.

"Thanks." He lets out a shaky breath.

I sigh. "Peeta, it's really deep. I think you could use stitches. We should go to the hospital."

"I'm fine Katniss, my mother used to use that super glue we use in school to pull our cuts back together." He fights to sit back upright.

"No. Stop Peeta, I'm going to call Haymitch and see what he thinks." I nod grabbing the house phone and running back into the bathroom where he is. "Haymitch, yeah hi. Can you come over quick? Peeta got cut, I don't know if he needs to go to the hospital." I say.

"Be over in a minuet." He says before hanging up and I hear his footsteps a few minuets later. "Hey..." He sighs looking to Peeta and I situated on the white tile bathroom floor. Between us are a few drops of his blood that leaked while we waited. "Let me see it, boy." He kneels down level to us and takes Peeta arm in his callused hand.

Peeta winces as I rub his other hand. "I'm going to check on Rye. I'll be right back." I whisper. He nods and I find him laying awake on his face staring at the roof. "Hi sweet boy." I smile lifting him and kissing his head a few times before returning to Peeta and Haymitch. I set him in front of me and Peeta smiles.

"Hey there bud." He smiles.

"So?" I ask.

"I'm sure we can find someone in at the hob to do the job. I could go." He offers.

"Haymitch why can't we just go to the hospital and-"

"Let me handle it okay kids?"  He asks calmly brushing stray hair from his far. We nod and he nods too. He leaves running and a few minuets later Effie enters downstairs.

"Hello?" She calls.

"Coming." I call back before standing and helping Peeta up while holding Rye. "Hey Peeta." I mumble.

"Yeah?" He looks to me. I don't reply just shake my head and crash my lips into his. "I love you Katniss Everdeen." He smiles.

"I love you too." I nod before nodding towards the doorway and he walks down the stairs holding a rag to his arm. The once white dish towel is now stained a bright red color. We'll have to throw it out after he's done with it.  I sit down at the couch and Effie hurries in to talk to us. "It was Delly." I say slowly. The words sound surreal, as if their not true. If she loves him why would she try to kill him?