Katniss POV;

"You need to help me!" I groan as I try my best to pull him along through the empty fogged up mine.

Gale's feet trail behind mine, dragging along the dirt as we run. "I can't feel my legs!" He cries out. "I'm trying!"

We see the cave entrance. "Do we try and use the train?" Someone asks frantically.

"No time, and after the explosions I'm sure they've shut it down for a while." Our leader informs us. "We'll have to run." He looks and points to me. "Can you handle him? Or do you want someone to help you?"

"I'm fine." I grunt, again slinging his arm back over my shoulders and huffing as I hug my arm around his side and start walking in front of the group. "Can you help me?" I ask him again.

"Katniss, I promise I'm trying." He says quietly. "I'm trying." He says again.

We come from the nut's cave. And finally, we see an open field, and the rest of the squad runs ahead of us. Onto the hovercraft waiting for us. I see Peeta, but I keep my head low, and all of a sudden bullets rain over us and next to our bodies.

I scream, getting short bursts of energy as I pull him along. His feet don't move at all, just drag behind us like a rag doll's.

My screams rip through the air, above the sounds of he piercing bullets. I see Peeta talking to the men on the craft angrily, a young woman places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He shrugs it off, and I stop for half a second. And he runs for us.

I take a deep breath, and continue to walk, that is until a bullet pierces my ankle. I cry out in pain, and fall into a heap on the ground.

"I'm sorry..." I cry.

I say it to Gale; for leaving him in the middle of a active battlefield unarmed. I say it to Peeta; for my dying with his unborn twins and not being able to tell him I love him one last time. To my unborn babies; for not giving them a fair chance at life. And to the rebels; for not being able to continue my fight with them to win this war. To myself; for getting myself into this mess, and not being able to hold up all of the promises and deals i've made to myself over the years.

"Katniss..." A call voice calls to me. "Katniss, it's okay."

"Prim?" I whisper looking up at her.

The gun shots have faded, the skies have cleared, and the clouds have fallen down next to her and I.

"Yes." She nods.

"What's happening?" I cry, tears falling rapidly from my gray eyes. I look to my left, where Gale is laying breathing quickly and heavily.

"Your dying Katniss." She tells me. "It's okay, if you want to let go; let go. It will all end up okay."

"But what about Peeta?" I ask.

"He'll manage." She replies. "We don't have much time." She explains. "Make your choice quick Katniss..." She presses her hand to my cheek.

"I choose Peeta." I whisper. "I'm sorry, so so sorry." I cry hard. "I miss you so-"

"Goodbye Katniss." She says before vanishing into thin air.

I lay there, that's when Peeta's face appears over mine. He sobs, touching my face and screaming at a medic to hurry up. They take Gale telling Peeta that he's dead.

I scream, and expect to see Peeta jump, but he stays still. I must really be dying.

They lift me, carrying me sloppily into the hovercraft. I'm poked and prodded by the beautiful nurse I saw earlier.

Then, suddenly everything goes dark.

**

Peeta's POV;

I pace back and forth in the hospital. Both Gale and Katniss have been returned to the main base. But both of them are in critical condition, barely alive. My poor Katniss, under the harsh UV lights.

A man appears. "Their alive. Both of them in critical condition." He assesses.

"I know that." I scoff. "What else?"

"Gale is fine, just a few broken bones and a busted spleen."   He says. "Come back with me, we'll go see her."

I stand quickly, and rush past him into the door. What I see shocks me. My beautiful, strong Katniss hooked up to machines. They keep her alive. "She's in a coma." He tells me grimly. "Torn ACL, fractured wrist, and she lost one of the twins."

"She wasn't pregnant.." I say.

"She's four months pregnant Peeta."

She's pregnant. How could she hide something like that from me? Oh, I know, because she knew I wouldn't let her come here if I knew.

My baby, dead.  All because of her recklessness once again. "will she ever wake up?" I ask.

"It depends." He answers.

"on what?"

"If she wants to or not." He coughs. "I'll give you some time alone."

I nod, and sit down beside her. She's be hurt, no not hurt : broken. Completely broken, her wings clipped, unable to fly again. 

"A baby .... Wow. Twins, that's even better, or I guess it would be if they were both alive. One of them died, when you hit the ground in front of the craft." I start to cry. "I can't believe you hid that from me. Why would you do that? Those are my kids too." I sob, but take a few deep breaths. "When you wake up, we're going home. And that's final, I'm sorry, but we can't let this baby die."

Suddenly, I become angry. "How could you do this to me?" I scream angrily dropping her limp hand from mine. "I can't believe how selfish you are!" I scream at her. "I'll be here when you wake up, but i'm not sure about after that."