Clato : I'll fight for you

9

I awake and feel instant pain all over my back and one of my hands. No not pain agony. And my head is absolutely pounding. I can't help but groan loudly. Clenching my jaw and pushing my head into the counter. What happened?

The last thing I remember is smashing most of my mugs. Morning light is coming through the window.

"Ah the idiot is up." That voice i recognise

"Lyme?" I groan

"Well it ain't Bari and it definitely ain't Brutus" she says

I push myself up off the table so I'm sitting. Even that hurts I notice the pain is not just on my back but everywhere behind me. I quickly stand up and feel everything shake a little.

"What happened?" I ask

Lymes still sitting and has made no attempt to help.

"You drank half a litre a vodka. I would say I'm disappointed but I'm impressed  you managed to do it. Your hands burnt and you Layed in glass or somthing. Enobaria was here but I sent her home. You two are the most exhausting victors district 2 has ever known. Maybe it's because your both still just kids" she shrugs

I take in all that she said and groan at my impulsive actions but Lyme definitely said both of us. "Both of us?" I ask

"Oh yeah don't you remember" she smiles knowing she is winding me up "he injected Morphling, they had to take him to the hospital to flush it out" she finishes

"So his ok now?" I ask

"No the dumbass took Morphling" she says.

I conclude in my head he must be ok because his at the hospital.

"I feel so embarrassed. I was trying avoid thinking about snow" I tell Lyme.

"Well next time do it in a way where you don't need a baby sitter. And hey try not to turn into Haymitch" she laughs

"They guy who fell of the stage at the reaping right. No I'll never be that. I'm fact I never want a drink again." I say.

I'm glad Lyme is here and not Enobaria. Enobaria would be all lectures and serious. I feel really cold. I look down and see that I'm only wearing underwear again. I immediately look for clothes or somthing to cover up.

Lyme catches this and laughs. "Don't bother, I've been here for hours"

As I'm looking around the room I notice half of it is completely charred. I won't mention it. I already have a feeling Lyme had enough Material to make fun of me for a year.

"Have you got that drunk before?" I ask

"Of course, all the victors have. We're all wrecked, most of us learnt to hide it more"

"So I learn how to hide it too?" I ask

Before she can answer there's a knock at the door. Lyme gets up and walks to the door. It's probably Enobaria. I ready myself for a lecture. But it's not Enobaria's voice I hear at the door. It's high pitched with a terrible accent.

"It smells like awful like smoke in here" the voice proclaims. "Wheres our girl with the knives?" It asks

That voice I know all to well belongs to Nimit. Our district escort. I look around the kitchen looking for somthing to cover myself with rapidly.

It's too late. I see Nimit standing in the doorway. Behind her three figures, Flavius, Venia, and Octavia. But no cinna. She stands in scilence for a minute and Lyme appears over her shoulder smiling already enjoying whats about to happen.