We exited the train, and walked to the district hospital only half a block from it. I guess it was the quickest way if someone hurt was coming from the train.

He pushed me up the ramp, and I clutched my belly instinctively, as if to guard it from the vibration.

We go in, and check in, and then sit and wait in the waiting room. "Kat, do to need to use the bathroom, or get a drink before we go in there?"

"Yeah, can I have a water?" I ask him politely and he nods standing and disappearing from view.

Suddenly, a toddler appears, and presses her palms into my bell. She presses the lower side, and I lurch forward from the pain, but instead I smile down at her. "Whys your belly so big?" She blurts playfully.

"There's a baby in there." I smile at her. "A little boy or girl like you."

"A boy like me?" She asks with wide eyes, obviously confused by my strange words.

"Well yeah it-"

"Amandla! Let the poor woman alone, she's here for a reason!" A dark skinned man scolds as he nears us two. "I'm so sorry miss mockingjay, she just does what she pleases, I hope he hasn't caused you any trouble." He says with guilt in his eyes as he lifts her onto his hip.

"Oh no, she's okay. She was just wondering about my big belly, weren't you honey?" I smile softly up at her.

"Yes." She nods burying her face into her father's neck and hiding.

"Well, we'll let you be. Have a good day miss mockingjay."

"It's Katniss." I correct him with a smile.

"Have a good day Katniss." He nods before rushing off into a room. Peeta returns, and hands me a bottle of water. I don't know if it's me, or just the lighting of the room, but the water looks pink.

"Your not crazy, I thought it was pink too when I got it out of the machine." Peeta chuckles laying an arm around my thin shoulders.

I drink the entire thing within seconds, and kiss his cheek. "Katniss Mellark?" A young woman asks with a smile and a clipboard.

"That's me." I slightly raise my hand and then get pushed into the room by Peeta and my wheelchair.

"So I'm your nurse, Jackie, I'll be taking care of you today."

"The whole day?" Peeta asks.

"No, no. Just for this part, but I will be taking you to your next appointment."

"Which is?"

"Her ACL surgery, and then that doctor will take you to the appointment about the babies." I look at Peeta, and neither of I corrects her, why bother? "So today all we're gonna do is set your wrist and put a cast on it."

"Alright."

I'm allowed to stay in my wheelchair, I can't get up onto the actual table. She wraps it in a soft felt like material, and then a hard layer that reminds me of cement. After she's done with that she steps back, and opens a cabinet of colorful clothes. "Pick a color." She smiles and I squint to look at the colors. I see a dark olive green color, and I point to that one and she wraps my cast in it. "Judging by the non- severity of the break, you should only need the cast for about six weeks."

Only six weeks. That's not that bad, I had Rye in my stomach longer than that. "Okay, all finished. Off to your second appointment." She smiles before pushing me through the halls.

For this one, they change me. I'm in a familiar paper gown, and they lay me on a table. "Should be a quick procedure, about a forty minuet operation. Done it a thousand times, still no mistakes but who's counting?"

I lay down, and my fingertips go numb, that is until Peeta touches them holding them tight. "It'll all be okay, I'm right here." He assures me.

A mask is placed on me, and my last vision is of his beautiful face staring down at me.

***

When I wake, I'm dizzy. And my waist down is numb. I sit up rubbing my head, and find that I'm in a new room, an empty room. The biggest shock comes to me when I finally look down at my leg.

It's purple, a spot the size of three feet up and down the length of my knee. Red in spots too. But the other edges of it is yellow, like it's been colored with a highlighter.

There's a special kind of brace on it, soft gray pads that follow the length of my leg from my upper thigh to my ankle.

I search for the call button, and when I find it I press it hard three times. A young smiling nurse appears with a clipboard. "Good morning sleepy head." She says in a soft, motherly tone. "We were afraid you'd never wake back up."

"Yeah, well I did." I reply rubbing my face, and then looking back at her. "How is my baby?" I ask her.

"It's fine." She smiles. "We aren't the labor or maternity ward, but we could obviously see the baby's movement and we know it's living as of now." She says with a preppy smile.

"Thank god.." I whisper. I don't know what I'd do if I lost this baby. It'd crush both Peeta and I, we'd probably end up devorced, or hate each other for the rest of our lives. And that's just not something I can afford at this point in time.

"So, I'll go get your chair since I hear you have a sonogram appointment in about half an hour. Or would you like to rest for a few more minuets before you actually have to go?"

"Could you get the chair? And my husband, please? We'll walk down when it's time to go."

"Alright, just remember, no walking of any sorts at all. After four months you may be allowed a pair of crutches. Until then, no walking. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am." I nod.

"Okay honey, hope you have a speedy recovery. God speed." She smiles.

I wait a few minuets and let the throbbing of my leg remind me that even the strongest of the strong can still be hurt. It reminds me that even though Snow may not be alive any longer, but he can still hurt me.

It boggles my brain on how one stupid man can mess up my entire world. How my sister is dead because of him. My best friend and hunting partner. How everything and everyone I've ever known is now dead or taken from me forever.

Peeta coming into the room with my wheel chair, and a basket of brightly colored objects. He smiles and leaves the basket on my night stand table, then kisses my lips passionately. "Hiya sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Tired, and numb from the waist down." We both laugh and I look around. "I'm hungry. What's in that basket?" I ask suspiciously eyeing it up and reaching for it. He places it in my hands, and I tear the loud plastic covering off and find it's full of candy. "Ooh, where'd you get this?" I ask him with giddy and delight, feeling like a child in a candy store.

"They give them to anyone who's had a surgery here. Usually smaller, but given your status and the severity of your surgery they increased how much they gave you." He tells me with a soft smile. I dig into one of the bags of chocolate candies, and sigh as I realize their the best things I've ever eaten.

After a while, he takes the bag from me, and helps me into my chair. "All ready to see our baby?"

"Yes." I reply with a slight smile.

And probably the dead one also.

I don't say that, but I thought it, and kept it inside my head for his sake.

***

"We're just gonna have a quick look, and by then we'll know the sex of the baby." A short, pudgy woman tells me. Her hair is tied back so tight her skin looks taught, her eyes are tired, and her fingers are thin. "Pull up your shirt dear, then we'll get started." She smiles and finds the container of gel she'll be using on my stomach.

"Okay." I smile. I'm finally smiling, after all this heartbreak and pain I'm smiling. I get to see our precious baby, and at this point I don't care wether it's a boy or a girl. As long as it's happy, fat, and healthy. That's all that matters to me, and I'm sure Peeta also.

I pull up my shirt, and she pours the gel on my stomach and I wince from the cold. She rubs it around, and takes the control stick and presses a button on it. I don't know what exactly it's called, but I know what it does I think.

She rubs it over my belly, and turns the tv monitor away so we can't see it. Her face goes slightly pale, and she glances at Peeta and I.

"What's wrong?" He asks quickly taking my tense hand in his.

"I'm going to get the doctor.." She hums softly. I glance at Peeta, and a stray tear rolls down my cheek.

"Hey, don't cry Katniss. Everything is going to be okay." He rubs it away gently.

"What could be so bad that she needed to go get the doctor because she couldn't tell us herself?" I ask hysterically.

"Kat, I don't know." He responds honestly.

"I'm scared." I whimper. "What if this one is dead too? I won't be able to live with myself."

"Honey, they just said in the last appointment the baby is alive and well. I'm sure it's just a minor issue." He assures me.

Just then the doctor walks in. He's a dark skinned, Cuban looking man, with thick brimmed glasses. "Hello you two, my name is doctor Thredson, how are you two today?" He asks politely.

"Fine, but cut to the chase will you? We're really anxious to know what's wrong."

"Okay, we have come to the conclusion that the fall wasn't the cause of death for the first twin." He says and as I look to Peeta, in my head I sigh with relief. It feels as if something is literally be it lifted off my shoulders.  I know it's horrible, but to know I didn't kill that baby, means a lot to me.

"What was it?" I ask.

"It's called: twin to twin transfusion syndrome."

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Hey yall! Thanks for reading. Long chapter today since I didn't post yesterday. There's something important I wanted to say here but I forget so oh well.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Kylee.