Everthorne : sick

Part 1

Katniss pov

I was sitting at my kitchen counter eating the stew my mother made when I herd a knock at the door. I saw prim run to get it, and the person on the other side was not who I was expecting to see. It was gale, and he was pale and tiered looking. Hazel yelled out for my mother. I jumped up from my chair by the counter and ran over to him.
"Hey catnip" he said ever so quietly. "gale... What...what happened?" I said. I held his hand and walked him over to our couch and laid him down. He started to cough and wheeze, and he wouldn't stop. My grip on his hand tightened ever more than it was before. "Gale...." I choked out. He kept coughing. "Shhhh gale it's ok" I soothed. "Shhh, it's ok, it's ok shhh" I ran my hand over his forehead to try to comfort him. He smiled a little bit before he feel asleep. I smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see it. It was almost dark now, and my mom and hazel were in the kitchen preparing something to give gale. I wanted to go help them. I have a final glance at gale. I hated to see him like this. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, then got up to go help my mother.