Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 16

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the first station Peeta and i head to is hand to hand combat.

the entir time i was glancing over at the station where the bows are.

"theyre mocking me Peeta!" i whine.

he juat chuckles. "sweetheart its a hunk of metal it could care less how you feel about it." he says kissing me on the cheek gently.

he calls for a sparing partner and a man about Peeta's size comes up a minute later.

they go at it and in 30 seconds Peeta has him pinned. he smiles at his work and we have a short little victory kiss.

the man asks if i want a smaller female to fight, but i tell him ive beaten some of the men on the olympic team and he got a scared look on his face.

i smirk and the instructor gives us the go.

i immediatley have him on his back and am trying to get his arma down when his foot collides with my stomach defending myself.

i start to wonder why it hurts so much more then usual.

wait. o my god! the baby!

"Peeta!" i scream.

a look of realization crosses his face and he jumps on the man who kicked me.

i double over and start praying for a kick to confirm that the baby is still live.

eventually Peeta starts punching the crap out of him and thwy have to call the Peacekeepers over to pull him off, drawing the room's atention our way.

isit up and try to cleverly hide my pain avoiding looking weak to the other tributes.

"what happened, Mr. Mellark?" the head trainer, Atala asks him calmly.

"do you know what he just did!" he shouts in a whisper. " shes pregnant he might have killed it!!" he adds in a really soft yet angry tone.

Atala's eyes widen and she looks me over, especially examining my midsection closey.

"Deda. get her down to floor B right away. the boy can come too." she says in a bored tone before walking back up to the buffet set out for the gamemakers.

the Peacekeeper yanks me up rudely and drags me out by the arm, Peeta following close behind.

the pain is excrutiatiating which makes me fear more for the baby than myself.

although if we do loose the baby both me and Peeta wil be damaged beyond repair.

we finally make it to the hospital wing and the doctor tells me to lie down on one of the beds.

Peeta kisses me and holds my hand as the doctor starts taking a bunch of tests.

they draw some blood from my arm and take it out to test when a nurse comes in to do an ultrasound for us.

she hooks up all the machines and strats moving it around, trying to decipher the pictures on the screen.

she looks content when the doctor comes back with the results.

they talk in a low tone with each other, comparing what they've found.

"Miss Francesca?" she asks.

"what?" i ask nervously.

"well." the Doctor begins. "it seems you had triplets, but one of them didnt survive the blow."" he says in a serious voice with a hardened expression.