The Epilogue - Katniss and Peeta

Love and Mental Battles.

*Disclaimer: *
the beginning of this chapter starts before the ending of the last chapter. this is an explanation as to why flynn was stating that both his mother and willow were dying. hope this clears things up!

love u all! - aurora 💞

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*Flynn's POV*

As we're lying in the hospital bed, the same position that we've maintained for hours, I hear a loud knock on the door.

I assume that whoever is on the receiving end of the door is afraid the occupant is asleep, due to the blacked out curtains and the lamp being turned off.

They, however, would be correct.

Willow lies in my arms, completely oblivious to the world around her. I smile at the sight of her face as she sleeps—it being a peaceful moment rather than her usual scowl.

Regardless, both are beautiful to me.

I fight every urge to just stay in this bed with her, and I eventually untangle myself from her arms.

She sure is clingy.

Regardless, I love her.

I pray that she stays asleep as I quickly walk across the hospital room—one that brings back so many memories.

I try to shake the recollection of my own death from my mind.

I gently open the door, and once I see how bright the hallway is, I step through it and close the door behind myself—afraid of the light shining onto her face.

I'm greeted face to face by a doctor, and she holds her clipboard in her arm. I look at the smile that takes her face, and her batting eyes, and I decide to take a step back.

"Sorry to disturb you," she pauses, a flirtatious tone to her voice. "Flynn, is it?"

I look her up and down, acting as if I'm playing into the absolutely inappropriate behavior.

"Not to you." I remark with a fake smile, and the blush falls off her face, and she coughs in rejection.

I laugh quietly to myself in amusement.

"In the blood tests that we've ran, we've found all types of indicators in Ms. Mellark's blood samples, and fellow doctors of mine are concerned—" she rambles on, and I lean against the wall.

"Can you take a deep breath and explain this properly?" I ask, motioning towards her shaking hands—due to embarrassment. "Embarrassment shouldn't prohibit you from properly handling your job."

Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red.

I bite my cheek in even more amusement.

"I've studied Ms. Mellark's blood tests and came to the conclusion that she is going into sepsis." I listen to her finally get her words out of her mouth, and yet I regret poking fun at the situation.

"Has her blood pressure dropped yet?" I ask, knowing of many conditions due to my many medical classes over the years. "Once her heart weakens, she'll spiral towards septic shock. Are you monitoring her for these things?"