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Old Summary: Takes place right after Peeta and Katniss win the 74th Hunger Games. It's a more in-depth retelling of the ending of the Hunger Games, and it's currently leading into Catching Fire. Includes unexpected twists, additions, and lots of romance. M for soon explicit sex, language, and themes.

New summary: Takes place right after Peeta and Katniss win the 74th Hunger Games. It's a more in-depth retelling (both books and movies combined) of Peeta and Katniss falling in love before the Victory Tour and of how things have changed. Includes unexpected twists, additions, and lots romance. M for soon explicit sex, language, and themes amongst other things. {Peeta/Katniss}

Author's note: This story will follow the movies mostly and parts of the books, but not so closely as I continue to write. Things will be different, so please bear with me. It picks up soon, I promise.

Note: All chapters edited and have gone through a revision. During that time, I have decided to combine Chapters 2 and 3 as one chapter (now Chapter 2) and combine Chapters 5 and 6 as one chapter (now Chapter 4). Due to this, it has made the several chapters shorter. It was 15 but now it is 13. I'm sorry for any of the confusion it may have caused.

"Let me in!" I yell and gasp for air at the same time, banging the side of my fist against the clear crystal glass, trying to get the doctor's attention. "Let me in!" I repeat this over and over, and I know I've failed when I'm ignored.

Hot tears stream down my face as I feel myself slide down to the cool hard ground. The doctors huddle around Peeta, working frantically on bringing him back to good health. There are so many wires from machines hooked up to his lifeless body. All I can do is stare and hope he'll be okay.

What if he doesn't make it? I know I will not be able to live with myself if he doesn't. I should have killed him when I had the chance tobefore I pulled out the nightlock berries. He begged me to take his life. He told me there wouldn't be anything left for him if he returned instead of me. I was his true love since we were children. He had told me in the cave, and again, confessed his love for me by the Cornucopia.

I was unsure of what to say at those moments, knowing I didn't respond the way I should have, but now . . . now I am wishing that I had responded in a way that made him believe I was in love with him just as he was with me instead of telling myself to act for the games to survive.

Now I won't ever get the chance to tell him if he ends up dead by the Capitol doctors. President Snow might have ordered them to finish Peeta off if they were so desperate to have one victor from the beginning. It would be simpler that way, wouldn't it? To get rid of the one that's already lost too much blood than the one who had only a few deep scratches. Why waste their time?

Before I know it, the doctors and Peeta are gone. A light brighter than the sun appears, and I begin to panic. I hear heels clicking on the floor hurriedly as I try to make myself stand. My legs are too shaky, making it difficult.

The clicking heels grow louder and louder and suddenly, two guards appear behind me, lifting me up, both having a grip on my upper arms. I feel rage rise in my body. I start to fight back, but the woman jabs me with a needle, and I feel something cool enter my veins, then everything goes black.

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I'm barely conscious and I feel like I'm floating. I notice a man in a white uniform is carrying me as we pass silver coated walls. We enter a room, and he places me on a metal table nearby. I feel my left arm extend out, then I feel a few stings in my arm. I look over and see a woman giving a shot of some sort in my IV line.

A woman starts to take my clothes off piece by piece. I try to protest, but what I try to say comes out as a mumble. Whatever they have injected me with is taking its full effect. My body responds to the movements the woman is wanting me to do as she changes me into a royal blue dressing gown. When she finishes, I feel her tilting my shoulders back, then I'm laying back down, looking straight up at the ceiling. My head feels dizzy, and I close my eyes for a short moment. I try to open my eyes again, but the bright light above makes me shut them once again.

I feel the top part of my dressing gown being lifted up and feel cold objects being placed on my bare chest. I open my eyes immediately, and I can hear the doctors whispering. I can't understand what they're saying. I try to ask what's going on but whatever is in my system makes me mumble and makes my tongue feel silly. I try to listen closely, but it's impossible. I look around the room and see other doctors bringing over medical supplies. It worries me.

I lift my head to get a better look, and my head feels heavier, causing me to lay it back down. Sleep is wanting to come every second and my body wants to give in. I mustn't fall asleep. I need to know what they are going to do to me. What if they try to kill me instead? Or kill us both? Who knows what they did with Peeta.

A mask like object moves over my face. All I can see is a hand of someone bringing it lower to my face, covering my mouth and nose. I can still breathe easily.

I feel another couple of stings run up my arm, then my eyes close as I'm pulled into darkness.