Happy Hunger Games, Haymitch.

All i've got

"Our course of action is to air a series of propaganda shorts to all of Panem. We may not be able to get it to the Capitol just yet, but Beetee and Wiress are devising a plan to infiltrate their security systems. Beetee designed it, it shouldn't be long now." Said Coin, her hands firmly clasped together, looking around the table.
"What will these shorts contain?" Replied Plutarch.
"Replays of the uprisings, Laven alive and well, some scenes of Laven and Haymitch in the arena, fighting."
I nodded at this, but something about her expression showed that this was not all.

"And also, some shots of Laven in battle."
Everyone at the table looked to me.
"No." I said flatly. "No, she's not going into battle."
"She won't be going into battle, just placed there for a few minutes so we can get footage." Coin replied.
"Well, I'm pretty sure she got her stomach sliced open in just 'a few minutes'!"
"Haymitch, you have no authority over her decisions."
"This isn't 'her' decision! You're forcing a child into battle fields! For someone who's trying to end the Capitol, you don't seem to be against their way of thinking!" I snapped.
She purses her lips at this, her fists clenched tighter together.
"Haymitch." She said through gritted teeth.
"To be in charge of her, you need to be in an influential role over her. Right now, you're just a nosy old man."

"He is NOT just a 'nosy old man'!" A voice shrieks from the doorway. I turn my head, as does everyone else in the room. Laven. I freeze. She looks so ill. Huge black rings under her eyes, pale as a sheet, hair greasy and clinging to her face. She's clutching her stomach with her arm and steadying herself on the doorway. She's swaying forward, obviously unfit to be out of bed. She still has a strong jaw and angry eyes. Her cheeks are sunken in slightly.

"Laven" I whisper. "Laven you need to be in bed!"
"No. Haymitch. This is important." She insists.
I get up to help her, holding one of her arms in my hand, waving for Wiress to move up a seat so that Laven can sit next to me. She does, and Laven moves forward slightly before wincing.
She eventually makes it, and sits down slowly with a yelp. Coin looks startled. I take pleasure in this.
Laven slams her forearm on the table, so that she can lean forward. She looks directly into Coin's eye, anger practically shooting out. Coin meets her gaze.

"He" she says, gesturing to me, "is all I've got."
"He has more authority over me than you do. I didn't see you in that arena, protecting me! I didn't see you tackling and killing a man who was pinning me down!" She shouts. She winces and keels forward in pain. I pat her back and shoot a disgusted look at Coin.
"Come on, let's get you back to bed." I say, raising her up.
She doesn't object. I support her as we walk down the hallway. It's only a short walk from the meeting room to the hospital room she was in. Special guests, I assume. I walk her to her bed, and she practically melts into the mattress. A look of relief crosses her face as the morphling is reattached. Her relief pathes way for mine. As I sit on my bed, she outstretches her hand. I hold it and run my thumbs over her knuckles and squeeze it reassuringly.
"Haymitch?" She asks, closing her eyes on account of the relaxation.
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
I smile and place her hand back by her side. I brush her hair out of her face and run my thumb over her cheek. She looks so small and young.
"Get some rest, sweetheart"