Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Nineteen

Katniss POV- (The next morning)

"Hey, Katniss?" I hear Peeta shake my softly.

"What?" I ask him, waking up.

"How are you feeling this morning?" He whispers, pushing some hair out of my face.

I bring my head up, and look at him, "Okay." I whisper back to him, laying my head on his warm chest again.

"I need you to get off me so I can go wake up Willow and take her to school." He says trying to sit up.

I groan, "But I'm so comfortable." I whine.

"I would love to let you continue being comfortable but I already slept in way too long, it's already 7:30 and she has to be there in like 15 minutes." He laughs.

I sigh and lift my head up, Peeta slips away from me.

I roll back over to my side of the bed and I close my tired eyes again and just as I begin to fall back into slumber, I hear a loud crashing noise and some faint cussing.

My heart races as I realize he either fell down the stairs or dropped something. I jump up out of bed and run out of my room and down the hall to see Peeta at the bottom of the stairs, face first into the floor.

"Peeta!!" I gasp and run as fast as I can down the stairs to him.

I help him turn on his back and he sits up.

"Oh my God." I say worriedly, out of breath.

I can tell by his face he's in pain.

His teeth are gritted, he's holding his bad leg and his nose is bleeding.

"I'm okay." He says holding his bloody nose.

I jump up and half run into the bathroom next to us, getting toilet paper for his nose.

I come back and he sighs.

"You scared me to death." I say looking him over more.

He sighs and shoves some toilet paper up his nose and laughs.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask him, my heart still racing.

"Yeah, I only fell from the top of the steps, I'm great." He says sarcastically, laughing.

"Let me see your leg, you are holding it." I say looking down.

"It hurts but I'm good."

"How did you even fall?"

"I think I tripped over my own feet." Peeta shrugs.

I frown, "You're leg, take it off. I need to see it." I say, preparing myself.

"Katniss, no I'm fine."

"Peeta, please?" I say.

He groans and jerks it off, throwing it half way across the room, making me jump.

Immediately, I look down at his leg in the dark.

I can't see much but I can see definite blood and bruising.

I feel like I'm gonna be sick and I hold my breath.

"It doesn't look that bad." He says, trying to sound positive.

"Yes, it does. Peeta, this looks horrible. Have you even been doctoring it or taking your medication for infections?"

"Yes." He says frustratedly.

"Peeta, that is horrible looking." I say, my breathing heavy.

I love Peeta but his leg is disgusting looking and is making want to throw up my midnight snack.