You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope (On Hold)

chapter 3

As I'm being pulled out of my sleeping state by a presence at the side of my bed I awake and register my hospital room and I start to identify the figure sitting beside my bed. President Coriolanus Snow, sitting back with his elbows resting on each arm rest of the chair and his hands clasped together in front of his chest, while he stared at me with a look of hatred present in his irises. After couple of moments of silence and analysis I broke the silence with an obvious question "Why are you here?" With the tension growing he lowered his hands into his lap and answered "You." one word not the answer I was looking for so I asked another obvious question "What about me." I asked with a tone of anguish present in my words. He retorted by going over to the door of my room and opening it in frustration while awkwardly dragging someone's limp unconscious body in and duping them on the floor at the foot of my bed. But it wasn't just someone it was Peeta.

At my moment of realisation I tried to jump of the bed and run to his aid but I was restrained from running and jumping because of my injury so instead I dragged myself off of the bed and onto the floor of my room and dragged myself to Peeta's body desperately looking for a sign of life While Snow watched it all with a blank expression on his face. As I was about to reach his body I woke up from my nightmare screaming, then Peeta ran in rushing to my side so that he can comfort me from my nightmare. "I'm sorry, it was just a nightmare." I say convincing him into thinking I'm fine. "Its okay I get'em too." He says making me feel better about waking him so without an ounce of thought it was like a compulsion I asked "Peeta, will you stay with me?" When I asked this of him his expression soften from the urgent one his face was wielding previously and he spoke those comforting six letters to me while he slid in beside me and I placed my head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat "Always."

Then I woke up expecting to find Peeta but was greeted by nothing but a eerie hospital silence, and the steady breathing of a peacefully sleeping Prim at my bedside who must have been watching over me patiently awaiting my minds return from deep slumber to reality. With Prim asleep I was left alone with my thoughts, that where mostly about Gale and Peeta me wondering who can I live without? While my mind scanned through reasons why I should let one of them go I realised I can't live without either of them they mean too much to me.

While thinking about my feelings towards the two, I was unaware of a Doctor that came in to asses my condition, before he said anything he went  to the closet to my right and got a blanket, then placed it over my sleeping sister. I whispered "thank you." To his friendly face and he gave me a nod before quickly diverting his attention to my drip that he must have come to replace because it was almost empty. After he had fulfilled his task he stood beside me looking down into my eyes in a remorseful manner he spoke "Miss. Everdeen, I'm afraid that you wound has opened up again and we are going to have to give you thirty stitches for it to successfully heal." he said with a touch of a sorry tone to his voice, in response I nodded and with that he left leaving me alone once again.

After a while of my restlessness Prim woke up screaming my name, In response I attempted to move from my lying position on the hospital bed so that I could comfort my little sister. My wound responded to my abrupt movements by starting to bleed and cause a even larger amount of pain to course through me than when I first Gained my injury.  After Prim took in her surroundings she embraced me as close as she possibly could and didn't let go whispering what happened.

"You where dead you died cause you tried to save me." she cried hysterically into my shoulder.

"Ssh, ssh Little duck no I didn't its not real, I'm right here." I whispered soothingly into her ear.

"But you where blown up in the explosion when you pushed me away from it!" Prim exclaimed confused and scared.

"No I didn't I'm right here, I'm right here." I repeated till she calmed down and crawled into bed beside being careful not to hurt me, But as she was settling in beside me she noticed that my wound was bleeding again and quickly got the doctors to come into the room while hysterically crying and saying she caused my injury. In response to her hysterics he pulled her into another tight embrace whispering over and over again "It's not your fault, Prim its not your fault." While the doctor stitched my wound back up and left the room.

Once I got Prim to calm down again, we lay in my hospital bed in a embrace that relaxed both of us until we both drifted of into a deep uninterrupted sleep, while listening to the steady beat of each others hearts.