Finding the Missing Piece: Book 2

Chapter Ninety-Two

Katniss POV-

"Come on. Don't fall asleep." I say as we pull into the ER entrance.

Peeta's eyes look heavy and his face is still extremely pale.

"What?" He asks, obviously confused.

"Let's go get your hand fixed up so we can go home." I say, getting out of the car.

Peeta gets out a few seconds later and walks to the front of the car to me.

"Goodness, it's pretty bad, Katniss." He says, removing the sopped towel.

"Don't take the towel off yet." I say, pressing it back onto his sliced fingers.

"Ow. Please, stop." Peeta whines, sounding just as if he was a child.

I try hiding an eye roll as I drag a very confused Peeta into the emergency room.

"Hello, how can we help you? Oh no, come with me, sir." A nurse pipes over to us.

Peeta gives me a scared look as the nurse examines his fingers and tells me to wait here.

"No, I want Katniss to come with me." Peeta whines.

"I'm sorry, sir. She can't. There is blood everywhere and she can't be in here with all this blood. It's protocol." The nurse says.

Protectively, I walk towards the room she took Peeta to.

"Miss, I cleaned him up about ten times. I think it'll be okay if I'm in here." I say, frustrated with their stupid rules.

"Ma'am, please, just wait in the hall." She says, shutting the door.

I glance at Peeta through the window.

I decide it's not worth fighting though, they'll care for him.

I nervously pace back and forth in the waiting room though I know his injury is only minor.

I just hate Peeta being in pain and me not being there for him as he has been for me so many times.

About thirty minutes later, Peeta comes out, looking much better.

"Hey." He smiles sadly at me as I immediately embrace him.

"Are you feeling okay now?" I ask him concerned.

Earlier, I literally felt as if Peeta was five and I was his mother.

"Yeah, thank you for making me come." He says.

I nod, "What did they do?" I ask cringing.

"I'm not sure. They said they could see the bone but it wasn't a jagged cut so they glued it I think." He says.

I cringe at his words.

"Oh." Is all I say as I walk away to get any special instructions or information or whatever.

"Peeta sliced his hand open pretty bad but he will be okay. Hit some veins and hit bone but we patched him up. He will just be in a lot of pain so if you are who I think you are, you're going to need to help him with everything the next few days, if not longer." The nurse says, eyeing my promise and engagement ring.

I look down and let a little smile show, "Okay. Is there any meds he's going to need to take? Any special instructions?" I ask, making sure I know everything.

"Well, you'll probably want to have him take some pain medicine every few hours. You can alternate. Don't let him get his hand wet for at least a week or so." She says.

I nod and Peeta and I leave.

We head by the pharmacy to pick up his stuff and head home but when we get home, Peeta still tries to do everything he was before.

"Peeta, you can't cook so get out of the kitchen." I scold him.

"Ugh, Katniss..." Peeta whines.

I know it's hard for him not to being able to be in the kitchen, the place he spends most of his time.

"Peeta, I'm sorry. You can't cook though." I say, feeling bad for him already, this is just day one.

Peeta won't be able to really use his hand for about a week or longer, it's gonna kill him. But he deserves a break though it's under bad terms.

"Katniss." He whines again, sounding like a teen complaining to their mother.

"Peeta, no. You're hurt and you deserve a break." I say sternly and walk over to him.

Peeta scoffs, "You know you're not the boss of me." He tries crossing his arms.

I play the sass game back at him, "Oh yeah? You made a promise to me a while back that no matter what it was, if the other said to do some thing that involved their health they would listen to the other and do whatever they say. So in this case, I am." I say, crossing  my arms across my chest and huff a breath.

Peeta just looks at me and gives me a little glare in which I return.

Two can play at the sass game, and I'll win every single time.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so good at this game?" Peeta glares, tapping his foot.

I just stare into his blue eyes, "Because I always win. You know this." I say.

Peeta rolls his eyes and walks away from me with a scoff, "Ha ha." I say back to him.

"Whatever, dude." He says walking out of the kitchen.

I cackle at his words, "Dude? Peeta did you just call me 'dude'?" I ask laughing.

Peeta laughs a little, "Yeah, what are you gonna do?" He says sticking out his tongue.

"This." I say running up to him and prodding his sides with my fingers. Peeta let's out giggles as his body jerks left and right as I poke him, "Stop." He says laughing.

I smirk, "No, you never stop tickling me." I say getting some major payback.

"But, Katniss. I'm injured." He giggles as I continue to mess around.

"Whatever, you loser." I say tickling his ribs.

Peeta laughs hysterically at my actions, "Please stop" He says.

Tired, I just decide to give up, "There. You win, Peeta." I say laughing.

"I always win." He mimics my earlier words.

I roll my eyes and hide a smirk, "Peeta, I'm really not trying to be mean but you're hurt. You deserve a break, you've been doing almost everything for me for along time." I say exaggerating.

Peeta smiles softly, "But I love doing that. It's my job." He says passionately.

"Hey, it's about a week. You need a break, let me do things for you. As whiney as I am about stuff I do love helping you and waiting on you, because you're just so sweet." I say poking his nose with my index finger.

Peeta scrunches his nose and smiles softly, "Okay, but I won't like it." He says still unsure.

"I know but I'll love it." I tell him truthfully.

It is true, I do love helping Peeta anytime he needs it but I am Katniss Everdeen, I complain a lot but I still will get whatever it is, done.

"I love you, thanks for helping me today. I wasn't all there if you didn't notice." Peeta says seriously.

I can't help but chuckle, "You were really out of it, mister." I tease.

Peeta grins widely as I embrace him. His gauze covered hand stiffly lays on my back as he hugs me closely. I smile into his chest and he kisses the top of my head.