AN: I'm gonna try to write a chapter in Peeta's point of view soon. Glad you all are enjoying the story so far.

As Peeta finishes the last dish and places it away in the cabinet I can't help but get more and more nervous. I don't think I can get through another night with the nightmares. Peeta has a calming presence and I don't want him to leave me yet.

I manage to find something to say to fill the silence. "The cheese buns were wonderful..thank you for bringing them. You'll have to teach me how you make them some time." I say. He turns from the cabinets and smiles. "It wasn't a problem. I'm glad you liked them. The meat was great too. What kind was it?" He asks. "Rabbit" I answer. "Interesting" he replies.

I pull back a chair and take a seat. He looks out the kitchen window and my eyes follow. "It's getting dark. I should probably go." He says. Peeta has never been one to overstay his welcome. My heart pounds faster. "You just live next door, you're welcome to stay and talk or do whatever as long as you want." I say cautiously and bite my lip. "Okay, thank you" he says and takes a seat. Thank god I think to myself.

I can't believe I haven't noticed yet but Peeta looks amazing. He looks nothing like the hijacked boy I remember besides a few bruises. Hijacked...is he safe? He must be or he wouldn't be back. I remove the thought from my mind and focus back to what he is saying.

"Has anything interesting happened while I was in recovery?" He asks. "I'm not sure...Today was the first time I left my house since I came back..everything out there looks so different" I mumble. I'm embarrassed that I even said this.

"Its new to both of us then. The doctors in the Capitol made me stay in my hospital room all the time." He says. For some reason this makes me feel better. Neither of us have faced the world in a long time.

We seem to keep finding new things to talk about and with a flash its already past 9. Has it really been 4 hours since dinner? I don't care as long as Peeta is here. Without noticing I begin tapping my foot. Nightmare thoughts are invading my mind.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asks with a furrowed brow. This hasnt happened in a few weeks but I know exactly what is happening. My hands begin to shake along with my legs. My heart starts pounding and I know Im crying. My chest hurts and I suddenly feel lightheaded.

Peeta is by my side in seconds when he sees my tears. "Katniss talk to me. Tell me whats wrong" he says slightly panicked. He pulls my chair out from the table and leans down in front of me with the phone in his hand. "Haymitch!? Please you have to come over! Something is wrong with Katniss and I don't know what to do!" He yells into the phone over my crying.

Haymitch is over in about a minute and it doesnt take him a second glance to go get my anxiety medication from my bathroom upstairs. He makes Peeta get a glass of water and then forces the pill down my throat with a sip of water. It takes a few minutes for it to take effect but it calms me down from my own thoughts of the nightmares ahead.

I put my head down on the kitchen table and Haymitch and Peeta are talking in the living room. "What happened to her? Is she okay?" Peeta asks. "She just had an anxiety attack. She'll be fine. Back before I brought her back the doctors explained that she would get those if her thoughts stressed her out too much. Now I don't know what set her off but I think you should stay here with her tonight until she feels better." He says.

God bless Haymitch. They both return to the kitchen and Haymitch pats my back a little bit and says Peeta is going to stay with me till I feel better. I barely nod my head and they both help me stand and then go up the stairs and get to my room.

AN: I never update this omg I forgot I was writing it sorry!