Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Katniss P.O.V.
                          
"You're okay. You're okay," Peeta whispers in my ear as I loose my supper. I groan and lean into Peeta's hand that's rubbing my back. 
                          
"I think I'm done," I say 
                          
"Okay," Peeta says. "Do you want to stand up?" I nod my head and Peeta takes my hands, slowly hoisting me up off the floor. I tightly close my eyes as the room starts spinning and I grip Peeta's hands. He quickly closes the toilet lid and helps me sit down. 
                          
"I'm going to get sick again," I warn. Peeta grabs the trash can and holds it for me as I continue to throw up 
                          
"Gosh," Peeta says worriedly. "You've been really sick this time around."
                          
"This is the first time I've been this sick," I say. 
                          
"You've been throwing up for over an hour, though." Peeta's eyebrows are knit together and his forhead is creased with worry. I lean forward so my head is resting against Peeta's shoulder. Just as I get my breathing under control, I start heaving again. 
                          
"Peeta, will you please help me back to our bed?" I ask. 
                          
"Katniss, you're still sick."
                          
"It's just dry heaves," I say. "The dizziness isn't helping and I just want to lay down right now." Peeta picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck. He gently lays me down on our bed and pulls the covers up around me. 
                          
"I'm surprised we haven't woke Willow up yet," I say. "She must've been out of it."
                          
"Yeah," Peeta says. "Do you want me to call Haymitch and see if he can watch Willow today?"
                          
"No," I say. "She'll be fine here."
                          
"Katniss, I can tell you don't feel like chasing after her all day," Peeta says. "Why don't I stay home?"
                          
"No. You're always staying home because of me anymore," I say. "Me and Willow will be fine."
                          
"Ellen's been wanting to watch her. Let me take her over there."
                          
"Mom doesn't need to be watching our five year old right now," I reply. 
                          
"Katniss, they're not even sure she has cancer."
                          
"Better safe than sorry," I mutter. 
                          
Peeta sighs. "Let me take her with me then. Willow loves going to the bakery anyways."
                          
"Fine," I say. "If that will make you happy."
                          
"It will," he says. "I'll go get her ready. Do you want anything for breakfast?"
                          
I shake my head. "I don't even want to think about food right now."
                          
"Okay," Peeta says. "I'll come back up to check on you before we leave." I nod my head and Peeta kisses my cheek before he leaves the room. 
                          
"No!" I hear Willow cry from across the hall. "I want to stay with Mommy!"
                          
"Willow, Mommy isn't feeling good today," Peeta tells her. "But you can go with me to the bakery."
                          
"No. I wanna stay with Mommy."
                          
"Peeta, just let her stay here," I say loud enough where he can hear me. I really don't feel like listening to then two argue right now, especially if Peeta gets aggravated and his voice starts to rise. 
                          
"Katniss…"
                          
"She'll be fine," I say, wishing he'd just drop it. "Please, Peeta. Don't upset her right now."
                          
He ignores me and continues to get Willow ready to go with him. In a few minures, Willow comes running towards me. 
                          
"Mommy, I wanna stay with you," she whines.