My eyes slowly open from sleep to find myself still in this hospital. It feels like forever yet, glancing to the clock, our daughter was born a few hours ago and we still haven't seen her.

I turn my head to see our hands still entwine when they were before I entered oblivion. The tubes in both our hands. I needed blood, as I lost quite a bit in the last day, and Peeta volunteered to give me his.

I smile when I see his head resting on his left arm, fast asleep. I know our daughter will love him, if she is still alive.

A nurse slowly comes in and sees me awake. She walks up to us and notices that Peeta's asleep. "I'm here to remove the blood transfer equipment. You have enough now." I nod and turn to run my hand slowly through Peeta's disheveled hair.

"Peeta?" I ask his sleeping body and he slowly returns to us. He sits up in the chair and turns towards me.

"The nurse is here to get rid of these." I say, pointing to our entwined hands, covered with tubes and tape. He nods and stretches his free arm before the nurse begins removing them from both our hands. Peeta doesn't wince yet I do as she removes it.

"Are you able to call my midwife Rachel in?" I ask the nurse as he finishes, Peeta and my hand still entwined.

"I'll go do that for you now." The nurse answers and leaves us to be in a near silent world once again.

"Peeta?" I say again, sobs building up in my throat.

"Yeah." He answers me. I look to our entwined fingers and see I'm shaking.

"I'm scared." I state to him and my head snaps to him again as I hear his seat screech against the floor. He bends down and takes my cheeks in his hands and kisses my nose.

"I'm scared too. But we'll get through this together, won't we?" I nod in reply and we snake our arms to the best of our ability around each other. As we separate, I look down towards my left over bump. I lift up my hospital gown and stroke the bare skin with my fingers. I sigh and seconds later Rachel enters. Peeta and my head snap to meet hers and Peeta stands up beside me.

"Sit down please Peeta." Rachel asks and he slowly does. Rachel frowns at us. "I'm sorry." My face falls at those two words. "We tried everything we could but nothing started her breathing. She hasn't made it." My hand flies to my mouth and I hear Peeta gasp, his grip on my hand tightening.

"But what I can do is let you see her." I sit up more and I nod, tears now streaming down my face.

"Okay. I'll be a couple of minutes." Rachel finishes and exits the room to get our dead daughter.

Tears escape my eyelids and I turn to see Peeta with silent tears streaming down his face.

Rachel comes in a minute later with a pink blanket in her arms. "Oh my baby girl." I breathe. I point to Peeta, he can hold her first.

"Careful, she's small." Rachel states before passing the bundle to Peeta. "I'll give you some time." Rachel alerts us and exits.

I notice Peeta's lip quivering and he bends down to let me also see her. I gasp and my hand flies to the edge of the blanket. Small, pink and has my nose. "She's beautiful." We both breathe.

Beautiful, yet dead.

"What her name?" I ask Peeta softly.

"Rose?" Peeta suggests to me.

"Just Rose?" Peeta nods and stands up. I see him stroke her with the back of his finger before bringing his lips to her head. He murmurs something inaudible to my ears to Rose before looking to me.

"Here." Peeta says as he starts to place Rose in my arms. I stretch my arms out and the blankets my daughter is in softly makes contact with my skin. Peeta frowns before heading towards the door.

"Peeta?" I ask him yet he doesn't reply, walking straight out. Through the glass windows on the door, I see him burst into anger, probably kicking a chair by the wall. In a matter of seconds he bursts into tears, I hear a body make contact with the door as he slides down with his back to it. A silent tear slips down my face before I tilt my head down to admire Rose.

"Hello Rose. Its mummy." I begin softly, my hands starting to shake against the blanket. "I'm so sorry you didn't make it to see us. You are absolutely beautiful. My beautiful baby girl. We love you even though you came at an unfortunate time. You are an amazing miracle the came into our life." I kiss her head softly and then state at her face that I will never see change. "We'll never forget you." I manage to say before an idea springs to mind.

I stretch to the side table and grab my phone. I manage with one hand to take a picture of Peeta's and my creation. Rachel soon re-enters. My head shoots up and she comes beside me.

"I have to take her now." Rachel says and I object.

"No." I retort yet she manages to get the blanket out of my arms.

"I'm so sorry Katniss."

"NO RACHEL! GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER! I WANT ROSE PLEASE RACHEL!" I scream and sob, yet Rachel still walks out, ignoring my pleas.

I look at the photo I had just taken of her and hug the phone to my chest. "Come back Rose."