Hey! New chapter! This is all Gale's POV, so you get a good glimpse of this before we delve into the fantasy(ish?) part of the story. Sorry, it's so short, this is sort of a filler chapter. Read on!:)

Gale Hawthorne ran his hand through his dark hair and sighed again. He grabbed his phone to check again. Still no reply from Katniss. He had sent the messages hours ago.

She was having another one of her days. Days that he couldn't help her through; he didn't understand what was going on in her head. So he left her alone because he couldn't do anything for her. He knew she would work through it eventually.
But he still sent messages to check on her occasionally. But she hadn't answered his last five, or his calls. He was beginning to worry. He got up from his chair and paced. A feeling of uneasiness was beginning to settle over him. Something was wrong.

He grabbed his coat and walked out of the office, he didn't even bother to tell anyone where he was going. He wasn't supposed to leave for another few hours, but he had to check on his fiancée, who he never worried about. For Gale to be worried about Katniss, something had to be wrong.

After a quick drive, he reached their home. Katniss's car wasn't in the driveway. His feeling of unease was steadily increasing. He went through the spotless house, she must have been cleaning again, and found Katniss's phone on the table.
She had typed out a reply to his messages but forgot to hit send. His calls from an hour ago were missed.

It was 6 PM. Katniss never went anywhere this late, and without her phone at that.
He needed to find her. This wasn't like Katniss at all. He got back in his car and drove. He didn't know where she would be, but he was stubborn, and he wouldn't give up until he found her.

Thirty minutes later, he saw a mini cooper run a red light. He saw in slow motion as another car slammed right into it.
In horror, he realized it was Katniss's car.
Katniss, the woman he was going to marry was in that car. With a yell, Gale was running toward the chaos yelling for someone to call 911.

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Gale was sitting beside Katniss's hospital bed. It had been three days since the accident, and she hadn't woke up yet. The doctors said she was in a coma, and that they didn't have high hopes she would come out of it.

Both of the cars in the accident were totaled, but that's where the similarities ended. The owners of the second car suffered nothing compared to Katniss, one had a broken arm, one had a concussion. Katniss had broken ribs, a broken leg, and a fractured skull, along with the coma.

Gale picked up Katniss's hand and studied it. He had their whole life planned out, how could he lose her now? They were supposed to get married, have a few kids, go hunting on the weekends. Now she might never wake up.
He was exhausted, he hadn't been sleeping, just catching a few minutes here and there. He looked terrible, he had bags under his eyes, his grey eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and his dark hair was mussed from the number of times he had run his hands through it.
"Catnip, please, wake up." He stared at her face, willing her beautiful silver eyes to open.

He remembered the first time he saw her. Silver eyes shining with laughter, long dark hair pulled back into a messy side braid... that fierce, protective look in her eyes whenever she felt intimidated, the way she loved her sister. He remembered the day he asked her to be his girlfriend. The warm summer wind, Katniss's graduation dress, (which she complained about all day) his nervousness. Her smile as she said yes. How they'd been together ever since. How he had proposed, her shocked silence, and then that slow spreading grin on her beautiful face. Each memory slowly diminished the slight hope he was holding on to.

He let her hand drop back onto the bed, then he brought his hands to his face and let the tears fall.

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