Hi,I'm the anon who asked for the fluffy piece. If I had known it would make you doubt yourself I wouldn't have suggested it. Anyways, you asked for a prompt so here it is 'Katniss taking care of a comatose Peeta' and I challenge you to keep it smut free. dun dun dun. Thanks again. Don't doubt your self, you are an excellent writer.
no worries, you didn’t make me doubt myself. i already doubted myself lol anyway, here you go, hope this pleases you!
Katniss took a deep breath before opening her eyes, steeling herself for what came next.
Her gaze was immediately drawn to him, laid out on the bed. He looked as beautiful as ever, his flaxen curls shiny, his skin pale but rosy, infused with life. He was strong, his body honed by years of wrestling.
How was she supposed to believe he was in a coma?
She moved closer to the bed and hesitantly perched on the edge, afraid to disturb him. He didn’t move; she watched him for a single flutter of his eyelashes, a twitch in his cheek. Nothing. Her breath whooshed out of her lungs, and she gingerly took his hand in hers, leaning close.
“I can’t believe–” A hitch in her voice, and she pressed her lips together. “You were stupid to get in that car that night. Stupid to drive off angry. It was just an argument. We could have–” She stopped again, looking away. Swallowed, then lifted her eyes to his placid face. “Please. Wake up. Please. I can’t–I can’t do this without you–”
A pained gasp. She closed her eyes, choking back the words. It hit her now. She could see it perfectly: Peeta storming away from her, driving erratically, the roads wet from a recent downpour, hitting that slick spot, the car careening out of his control and going over the cliff, rolling and rolling until, finally, it came to a dead stop with his limp body trapped inside.
Her throat closed, and her sinuses stung with the press of tears. Katniss sniffled, but an errant tear slipped through her eyelashes, streaking down her cheek to drip off her chin. She hastily shook her head, expelling a rush of air to get a hold of her self. What was she saying again?
“Are you crying?”