Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Sixty-Six

Katniss POV-

This is horrible.

I can't get breathe and when I do my breath is taken away 

My whole body is aching and my head is pounding.

I feel like I am going to puke too but I can't and I'm dizzy.

I really feel like I need to see a doctor but it'll probably be nothing, a wasted trip or it'll be bad and I'll have to be in the hospital.

My last stay was just a few weeks ago and I am not ready to go back. 

"Peeta." I nudge him.

He doesn't budge so I nudge him harder, "Peeta, wake up." I say.

Finally he wakes up, "Are you okay?"

"No and I'm starving. Will you please make me some soup?" I ask him.

"Sure, baby. What kind do you want?"

"Chicken, please." I say, sitting up.

He nods and gets up, opening up a bottle from the table, "Here, take this and I'll be up with your soup in a few minutes." Peeta says softly, handing me a little blue tablet and my drink.

I sigh and down the pill, laying my head back down and feeling a lot better when I do.

Peeta comes back up about ten minutes later with some hot soup and makes me sit up a bit.

I hold my hand out for him to hand it over but he shakes his head, "I got it." Peeta whispers. I lean back a bit and he gently blows on the steamy liquid then slowly brings it to my lips.

"Thank you." I say softly.

He frowns, "You really aren't feeling well. I can tell."

"I'm fine." I lie as he feeds me some more of the hot broth.

He shakes his head, "I hate seeing you like this."

"I'll be fine by tomorrow, I'm sure. If not then you can take me to the doctor." I decide.

"Well, I hope I don't have to."

"I hope not either. I'm not ready to go anywhere near a doctor for a while."

Peeta laughs a little, "Me either."

"Peeta?"

"Yeah?" He asks me softly, bringing the spoon to my lips.

I swallow the broth and let out a yawn, "Will you tell me a story?"

"A story?" He asks me.

"Yeah. Just make one up or something. I'm bored and I don't feel like keeping my eyes open long enough to do anything else." I tell him.

Peeta chuckles, "Okay, well keep them open long enough to eat."

I can't help but to smile a little.

He takes a deep breath, "Well, long ago there was a place called Panem that had Twelve Districts. Every year a boy and a girl from each District, ages 12-18 would be picked out of a bunch to fight to the death in this thing called the Hunger Games."

I make a face, "Where'd you get this from?"

"I'm making it up. Just listen." He says, spooning some more soup into my mouth.

I sigh and lay my head on the pillow.

"It was the 74th year. In District Twelve, young girl was picked first. She was twelve years old. Her sixteen year old sister volunteered to take her place as tribute, her name was Katniss. Next the male tribute was chosen. It was a sixteen year old boy, Peeta. After weeks of intense training, the 24 tributes from 12 different Districts went into an arena and began to fight to the death. The night prior the Peeta confessed his love for Katniss in front of everyone on television. Katniss was furious."