Her health isn't the priority here. It's Peeta's. He's the one who had been brutally injured by the mutt. He's the one still stuck in a hospital bed. The chair is uncomfortable, yes. Sleeping in it for the past week has given her an ache in her neck and shoulder. Whenever she thinks Peeta isn't looking, she'll roll her right shoulder in order to try and alleviate it. Sharing a bed isn't an option. Aside from anything Beverly has implied, there are too many people watching them. But going home?

No. As irrational as the thought is, she's terrified that if she goes home, she'll lose him for good. It had been so close to happening in the Quarter Quell arena. Why chance it again?

Apparently, her actions haven't gone as unnoticed as she thought. She blinks sleepily, shifting in the chair to better look at him. Katniss doesn't bother to hide her frown or scowl of disagreement. This isn't about her. She'll survive sleeping in a chair. "I don't think there's any room for another bed," she answers quietly, and somewhat dismissively. "I'm fine."