Three days later
The doctors come into the room, like they do everyday, to check my vitals. They take my pulse, blood pressure, blood sugar, all that stuff. Then they check my neck. Prim didn't do too much damage to my vocal chords. I can talk perfectly fine.
They took care of the baby. I saw the small fetus that was the size of a bean. So innocent, it never got the chance to see the world.
It will never laugh, cry, have its first kiss, see the world, love. It will never go to school, or make new friends. It will never live. It will never have the chance. It will never even know if it's a girl or boy.
This baby. Our baby. It's so small, I can barely tell what it is. Yet I still feel a void in my heart.
Because our baby is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
After an hour, when we decide it's time to go, we head out of the doctors office, back up to our room.
"Peeta?" I ask as we lay under the covers," aren't we still the Mockingjays? They will need us at some point. Do we need to ask Plutarch?"
"Katniss, don't worry about that right now. All we need to worry about is us."
"I know, but... I don't really know what to do now. I want to forget about the baby. I want to do something. With Prim hijacked and the baby dead, I just wonder what's worth living for."
"Us. Me. The rebellion. We have each other. And that's all we need to survive. Wellness tell about the news tomorrow. But now, we need rest. I know it hurts, Katniss. But we can try again. When we are married and happy, and live where it is safe. Then we can have a family. And it will be great. I promise."
"How do you know that we will ever be happy? How do you know the revolution is going to end? How do you know that we will both make it out alive?" I ask, picking at his brains.
"I just know. I can see it. I envision it every time I look at you. I know the day will come, that God can hear our prayers. I promise you, Katniss. And I love you."
"I love you too, Peeta."
Prim. Rue. Cinna. Madge. Mags. Glimmer. Marvel. Cato. Clove. Finnick. Daddy. Peeta. My baby. The people that have died, or have been hurt, because of me.
I try to imagine a world where all of us can live in a safe place. Like the meadow in district twelve.
Where we could be happy.
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Hijacked - The Hunger Games
FanfictionImagine an alternate scenario in which Peeta is taken to district 13, and Katniss is taken to the Capitol after the Quell. "I'll see you at midnight." (Completed)
