Suddenly, out of nowhere, I'm scared that he's going to die. "Yes. Look, if I don't make it make --" he begins.
"Don't talk like that. I didn't drain all that pus for nothing," I say.
"I know. But just in case I don't --" he tries to continue.
"No, Peeta, I don't even want to discuss it," I say, placing my fingers on his lips to quiet him.
"But I --" he insists.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. [pg.260]