I'm well enough to walk around now, Laven sustained major organ damage, and has to stay under sedation so that she doesn't use the organs. She was injected with strong morphling just after she announced that she would be leading the rebellion.
I'm dressed in district 13's bleak grey uniform, whilst Laven remains in the arena clothes. Too dangerous to move her, they say.
They saved Johanna, Finnick, Beetee, Wiress and Seeder.
Plutarch told me that the withdrawal pills would last another few months or so, which is good.
I look down to the schedule printed on my arm, it's lunchtime now. Good. I'm starving.
The victors are seated at a seperate table, for rehabilitation or something. I collect my lunch and sit down, as far away from the other victors as possible. Johanna looks at me, laughing. I don't know why until she says,
"Hi... Dad."
I slam down my fork and look at her, annoyed. She's referencing to Laven.
"You lose your mind in that arena, girl?" I spit. She laughs and looks down.
"How's little Lavender?"
"It's Laven. And she's fine."
"Ooo, all defensive now. Calm down. It's not like she's your real daughter."
This rubs me the wrong way. I've protected Laven with my life. I don't care if she's not my daughter.
"Shut your damn mouth."
"Or what?"
Anger fuels my muscles. I slam the knife into my food, taking satisfaction in her shocked expression. I shoot up and walk away, not caring about the food waste lecture I'm going to get.
I stomp into Laven and mine's hospital room, and sit down on my bed, watching Laven's monitors. All of the lines are green. I take that as a good sign.
Her sheet is slightly raised at her ankle, revealing her Anklet. I take in every little detail of it, calming myself down. I check to see that it's not too tight, realising it's not and sitting back down.
I don't know how long I'm there, but I hear a door open. I'm sure it's one of the staff coming to scold me. I don't react. I just sit there, on the bed, staring at Laven.
"Finnick told me I should apoligise." She says in a loud voice.
Johanna.
"Damn right you should." I mumble.
"I just don't understand. This is so unlike you." She says, a questioning tone in her voice.
"Me neither." I say, truthfully.
She walks forward, standing behind the bed. I can feel her glare on Laven, then it moves to me.
"She's related to Maysilee."
Johanna nods.
"I'm clinging on to Maysilee."
Johanna gives my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.
"I get it." She whispers, before walking out.
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Happy Hunger Games, Haymitch.
FanfictionAu- Katniss and Peeta didn't survive the 74th games, and the female tribute is reaped as usual. Haymitch grows to feel like a father to the girl, and decides to protect her life... No matter what it takes.
