//Peetas pov//
Katniss and I both arrive back at our room exhausted, we both change viewing her bruises which seem to be better and mine too.
As Katniss and I get into bed once again, her feet and hands are cold as ice. I Hold one of her hands and kiss it slightly.
"I'm going to the Capitol." She tells me.
"No you're not," I say.
"I have to go Peeta."
"No you don't! You aren't going."
She can't go, for her sake and the baby.
"I'll be fine. Trust me on this" She says holding my hand.
"What about the baby?" I ask.
Didn't think about that huh sweetheart?
"And you're ribs and lung?" "Not to mention you were also shot."
Forget that too?
"I'll be okay Peeta I promise."
"I'm going with you then."
"No you have to stay here!"
"And do what Katniss?!" I say more harshly than I intended.
"I just don't want to loose you again." I say more calmly.
"I don't want to loose you either, but please just let me do this."
"Okay," I lie and kiss her head.
I'm going with her one way or another.
(The next morning)
//Katniss's pov//
I wake up at the crack of dawn and try to slip out of Peeta's hold, which is pretty difficult, but I manage.
I creep into the bathroom and put my hair in a pony tail hoping no one will notice me. I put on my uniform and open the door noticing Peeta still asleep.
His bruises, cuts, and burns don't suit him. His pure form, the boy with bread. Covered in pain that he suffered each because of me.
I walk out and sneak onto the hovercraft behind bins and crates.
//Peetas pov//
"Katniss?" I call out noticing she isn't in bed.
"Katniss!" I snap as I realize she has taken off.
