“Help her!” I scream. “What are you doing? Help her!” Why aren’t they listening to me? They run past her like she doesn’t even exist. I try to get up, but the pain is too much to bear. I resign to crawling, trying to get to her as quickly as I can. As I draw closer to her, I can see life is slowly fading out of her.
“Katniss?” I say, placing my hand on her cheek. “Katniss, just hold on.” I look around for something to quench the bleeding. Her whole torso has turned dark crimson. I’m not a doctor. I don’t know what to do. I feel her hand reach up to mine, squeezing lightly.
“It’s okay, Peeta.” She says sweetly. “I’ll be fine.” A tear rolls down my cheek as I look into her eyes. “Just promise me something, okay?” I nod my head, trying to hold myself together. “You have to win, Peeta. You have to win, and when you do, make sure Prim is taken care of. Will you do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything for you.” I say, my voice breaking.
“That’s all I want. Just take care of my family.” She smiles at me, and I try to paint her picture in my mind. It isn’t often that Katniss smiles, and this smile is specifically for me. “I’ll see you soon.” She says. Her eyes close, her breathing stops, her hand falls off of mine.
The cannon fires.
I jolt awake, and I can feel the tears on my face. Katniss stirs in my arms.
“What’s wrong?” She says, her voice containing the roughness of sleep.
“Nothing.” I say squeezing her tight. “Everything’s okay.”
“You don’t have to hide your nightmares, Peeta. I tell you about mine.”
“I know. My don’t matter anymore after I wake up and find you though.” I kiss the top of her head, telling her to go back to sleep.
“Do you ever have any other nightmares?” She asks.
“Sometimes, but most of mine are about losing you.”