Fighting for you: Always

Hospital

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This is the dramatic chapter I promised, I'm sorry that past few have been kind of un eventful...

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Katniss POV

I hear a sudden crash by the front door, I stop talking about my love situation and rush out to see what it was.

It's Peeta, collapsed unconscious in a expanding pool of blood.

My breathing starts becoming sharp and short, like I've lost the ability to breath normally, this is normally an image I see in my nightmares, and image that haunts me night and day - Peeta unconscious in a pool of blood. His blonde hair is rapidly becoming red from a wound on his head and his skin is becoming paler by the second.

I can't move, I can't tear my eyes of Peeta's crumpled form. I hear Haymitch come behind me and yell something but I can't seem to focus on anything else apart from Peeta. Suddenly my knees give way and I'm collapsed right beside Peeta, I lean my head on his chest, trembling as I do so. The sight of his rib cage rising and falling indicates he's alive and comforts me a little but not nearly enough as his arms around me would.

Ironic isn't it, the only person who could comfort me in the situation that Peeta is desperately hurt is Peeta himself.

That's when I notice the tears that are streaming down my face in thick rivers, I cling to Peeta as I hear Annie come running over from her house. It takes both Annie and Haymitch to prise me off Peeta and even then they have to hold me back from holding him again.

'He needs the hospital!' Annie screams over my now constant wailing. Haymitch scoops Peeta up in his arms and starts to run to the hospital, I try to follow but I can't think straight, despair fills my brain, refusing to let anything else in.

What if Peeta dies? What will I do? What if I can never look into his incredible blue eyes again? What if I never hear him laugh, the sweet way he does, ever again? I drop to the floor again, feeling Peeta's blood between my fingers, I wasn't here when he was hurt, however he was hurt, I still wasn't there. He was always there to protect me, and I wouldn't be alive to this day if it wasn't for him.

I need to see him.

With Annie's help, I manage to stumble to the hospital, people must be giving me strange looks at the sight of me wailing, my face red with tears, but I couldn't care less. All I care about right now is Peeta and he could be snatched away from me at any point, snatched away to where Prim is...

No, I can't even think of that, I can't think of her and I can't think of Peeta being dead.

When we get to the waiting room, Haymitch is just walking out of the elevator, obviously from seeing Peeta. I rush straight over to him, tears still streaming and sobs escaping from my mouth to hear how Peeta was.

'Its not good news Sweetheart...'

And with those five words, I could literally feel my heart breaking.

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In the five days that followed, I didn't leave that hospital once. Annie kept trying to convince me to go home, get some proper rest and eat food but I refused it all. I wanted to be the very first to hear news about Peeta and I just couldn't bring myself to eat, all I did was worry about Peeta.

The doctors reckon Peeta collapsed out of stress and then hit his head on my door handle as he fell. The head wound was so serious that he has been in a coma for the last five days. They're not even letting me see him, they say that it will just cause me stress; in fact, the only person aside from doctors allowed in is Haymitch and even he won't tell me how Peeta is really doing.

Everyone is telling me to stay strong and to prepare for the worst, and these are the last words anyone wants to hear.

Prepare for the worst.

That means death, and Peeta being dead would literally shake my world upside down. I would lose my will to live - I almost already have - and I know that I'd never be properly happy ever again. I don't want him to die, not without my apology for all that emotional pain I put him through in the games; I can't even begin to imagine how much I hurt him with all my 'acting' which turns out to not be much of an act at all.

I also can't bear him to never know my true feelings for him, he needs to hear me pour out my heart to him and hear how much I love him and couldn't live without him.

I've tried just going into his room to see him without permission but I only put one foot inside the door before I was dragged out by Haymitch and the doctors, I was screaming my head off so much I'm sure the whole hospital could hear. They had to end up injecting me with this weird calming drug but even that couldn't rid my body of the despair and heartbreak that I'm currently feeling.

That I'm constantly feeling. All the time.