Pale- a Peeta and Gale love story

Not again

Gale's POV
I stare at him.
'Did you tell that to the doctors?'
'Do you think I'm crazy?'
'No, I believe you, but I don't think the doctors would believe you.'
'Yeah, I told them.'
I mutter something, they probably think he's crazy. Now he haves to stay longer in this damn hospital.

'What was that?' Peeta asks.
'I'll go talk to the doctors.' I say and I get up to leave, but Peeta grabs my arm.
'You weren't thinking you could leave like this, were you?'
I smile.
'Of course I weren't.' I reply and give him a kiss.
'See you soon.'

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'But he's not crazy, he just had a flashback!' I know that is not true, but I have to get him out of the hospital.

'Okay mr.hawthorne. But only if you watch him closely.' I get a déjà-vu. We were here before.
'I understand, can I take him with me now?'
The doctor smiles a bit.
'You can.'

I run to Peeta's room.
'PEEETAAAA!! YOU CAN GO HOME!' I yell.
He jumps up with a big smile and changes quickly into his normal clothes before he runs up to me.
I grab his arm and we run out of the hospital, some doctor are shouting something, but I don't care at the moment.

When we arrive home, Peeta does have to lay down, I almost forgot he just came out of the hospital.
I become angry again when I think about it. How dare my teammates hurt my Peeta so much.
They will not be done with this.

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A week later, Peeta and I decided to go out for a walk, Peeta is still wearing a bandage around his head, which makes his hear extremely messy. He don't likes it, but I think it's actually pretty cute.

Peeta tried to talk about finnick a few times, but I don't think there's anymore to talk about. I know that finnick is around sometimes, I can't decribe it, it's just a weird feeling. It could be Annie, it someone else who died, but something tells me it's finnick.

I grab Peeta's hand and we walk in silence across the street, trough the dirty, melting snow. I hate this time of the year. There's nothing beautiful about brown streets and trees without leafs.

I can feel Peeta is a bit uncomfortable with walking trough the streets again, although it's with me. We walk into a small street, but it ends in a wall.

Suddenly we hear laughing noises, obviously drunk, although it's only late in the afternoon.
The drunk voices come closer and I suddenly realize to who those voices belong.

I look at Peeta, it seems like he realized it too, because he freezes and his eyes are probably searching for a way to escape. It can't, we're trapped between those walls, the voices come from the way we did come from. There is only one way to get out.