Peeta POV

As Katniss and I pack our clothes so go home, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. It's probably nothing. I put my clothes back into the suitcases. There it is again. I feel it every couple of minutes. It gets more intense every time. Now it won't go away, spreading around my head. Katniss notices my pain, and drives me to the nearby hospital. We sit in the waiting room for almost an hour. The nurse at the front desk gives me an ice pack to dull the pain a little.

After a while, the doctor finally calls me in. Katniss comes with me. I sit down in a chair as the doctor examines me and asks me questions. I tell him about the hijacking and not much else. He said there might be a possibility the hijacking juice effected my brain. He goes back into another room and does tests on my brain.

He takes a brain scan and looks at it for a while.

"Something isn't right here." He points to somewhere in the middle. "I think the juice is effecting your brain now, because you didn't have a violent episode and let your emotions out. You have to let them out otherwise something...bad could happen."

"What do you mean bad?" Katniss asks.

"I mean that Peeta only has a couple months to live. The Capitol people put so much hijacking juice in your veins that there isn't enough blood in your heart. Just the juice. We could have a surgery done, but there is a great chance of not making it through. See, what we do is take out 30% of your blood and add more normal blood in you. We unfortunately don't have enough of your blood type to dilute the poison. I'm sorry."

He goes into another room to help another patient. Katniss starts crying. I hold her hand, still thinking what I should do. Should I wait for death's door to come my way? Or should I have the surgery and probably not make it? I would never see Prim again. I miss her so much.

The doctor comes back into our room.

"I'm not doing the surgery." I say

He looks a little surprise at my outburst.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well you can go now. Good luck."

"How long do I have?"

"Well, I..."

"How long?!"

"Three months."

I run out to the car with Katniss. I'm infuriated at the doctor. At the Capitol. At the whole world. I have to calm down before I see Prim. I can't let her go through this. I hope Mrs. Everdeen didn't let her watch the Games. She's old enough now to know about them, but Katniss and I want to tell her ourselves.

We're finally home and just picked up Prim. Everything is fine now.

------ 2 1/2 months later-------------

Today we will tell Prim about the Games. I'm really nervous. Katniss is too. I haven't really felt like myself lately. Probably because I only have two weeks left. We wanted to tell Prim about the Games before I'm gone, so Katniss won't have to face it alone.

"Prim! Can you come down here please?" Katniss calls.

"Coming! What mommy?"

"We need to talk to you. Its imortant you let mommy finish before you have any questions so you can understand better. Ok?"