How Will This Work Out? (a HG fanfic)

Chapter 6

We went back to my house. Underneath my window, Peeta pulled me over to the wall.

"So you were marrying her?"

Peeta sighed guiltily. "Not anymore Katniss. I, right now and always will, love you. You're my girl and I'll never let you go. Ever."

Then he kissed me. On the lips. We kissed for a second, then he refrained. 'You better get back upstairs before they think something's up." he said.

"Ok. C'mon then." I replied, taking his hand in mine as we made our way to the front of my house. Then he stopped suddenly.

"Peeta?"

He looked like he was having the most fucked up migraine ever. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the grass.

"PEETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Peeta woke up in my bed, sweat beading down his forehead. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

"What happened?"

"You fell unconscious to the ground, Peeta." Gale said, wiping a wet cloth to the boy's sweaty forehead.

"Katniss, I-" Peeta began, but grunted. I scooted up, my body close to nearly sitting on his arm.

"Peeta, what is it?!" I worried.

Peeta's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. "Can....can we talk privately please?"

Gale heard, nodded his head and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Turning back to Peeta, I said, "Well? What, Peeta?"

"Katniss......I, um...........well, I just.....ugh......lay next to me." he struggled, unsure of words.

I laid next to him, my face facing his. Heat radiated from his sweatiness, making me feel extremely warm next to him.

"Yes?"

He put his arm around me in a hug. "Can I just hold you, Katniss? Just for a while?"

I nodded, and silently we fell asleep.