Fighting for you: Always

Getting him back

Hey you amazing people 🎀 Im sorry I made you all think that Peeta would die, I would literally never do that because I love him too much

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Katniss POV

Always

It's his voice. It's him. I'd know it anywhere.

I snap my head up from where it's laying on Peeta's legs, my tears making stains on the bed sheets, and I find myself looking into his amazing blue eyes.

Happiness surges through me and I feel my face breaking into a massive smile, the kind only Peeta can bring out of me. I practically launch myself into his arms; I feel him hesitate for a bit, shocked at my actions maybe, but then he wraps his strong arms around my tiny figure and just holds me there.

I feel as if we're one, like we couldn't be separated.

'Could you hear what I was saying?' I mumble into Peeta's chest, at first I'm not sure he heard me but then he replies.

'Every word,' He says, kissing the very top of my head, causing shivers to run through my body from the point where his lips touched me. I blush, I'm never been good with words or admitting me feelings, the only way I could was because I knew that Peeta could be taken from my grasp at any point. Now I know that he definitely heard my confessions, I'm slightly embarrassed.

'I overheard your conversation with Haymitch too, I thought you were talking about Gale...' He speaks un surely, like he still thinks I was talking about Gale and while one half of me is mortified that he heard everything I said back then, the other half feels sorry that he was in a position where he could even consider that I loved Gale.

I should have told him straight out that I loved him, and not held back because I was afraid he wouldn't say it back. However, now, he has overheard me saying how much I love him and I still don't really know how he feels about me...

Is this how he felt during both Games?

'Gale? No, it was about you...' I say, lifting myself off of his chest to look him in the eye, I find myself trailing off because of embarrassment, because of my confessions.

Peeta's face lit up at my words and he's about to reply when a swarm of doctors surround us, some talking about the miracle that he woke up, some disconnecting him from the array of machines and some jabbing all kinds of needles into him.

Many tell me to go away but there's no way I'm letting Peeta go now I just got him back so I sit by his bedside, holding his hand while he grimaces through all the pain of the jabs and medicine taking. After about two hours, the crowd of doctors has cleared leaving just one, who was still scribbling down results on a clip board.

'Well, Mr Mellark, you've been through quite a lot so you will need some rest, and to be honest Miss Everdeen, it looks like you could use some too.' And with that the doctor left the room, still writing something down.

'Have you not been sleeping?' Peeta asks me in an concerned voice. His skin has already got its colour back and with his eyes twinkling and his white teeth biting his lower lip slightly, it's hard to believe that he's just come out of a coma. But maybe I'm a bias person to ask since I think he looks perfect all the time anyway.

'No, course not! You being nearly dead added more to my nightmares and then you weren't there to make them go away...' I trail of at the end of my sentence, not knowing what else to say.

'I'm here now, come on,' Peeta holds his arms out to me, still laying down and I don't hesitate but to climb into his bed. I slip under the bed sheets and, turning to face him, I wrap my arms around his chest, burying my face into it. He hugs my waist closer to his and our legs intertwine, linking us together.

I felt complete, for the first time in forever.