Nurses rushed her in, while Effie rushed somewhere through the halls. Johanna seemed to be knocked out, her face a pale white--almost like she was dead. I threw the thought away into the deep depths of my mind. This wasn't a big deal-she sure as hell was bleeding a ton. It bothered me how the nurses seem to be swaying as they ran, they not a big deal. It probably wasn't a big deal. I took deep breaths to calm myself. I noticed sweat had formed on my forehead, I swiftly wiped it away. Peeta turned to me, watching Effie run the other way around. We had to wait awhile until we were let in...
They had Johanna under some heavy drugs. She was murmuring low things. Out of her many words I caught Jack a few times. She looked sad and in pain. But nothing to worry about. The baby was kicking around in her stomach—we got to see in the ultrasound. And the bleeding was abnormal-but none the less she was fine. Peeta was looking at the ultrasound in amusement as the baby looked like he was dancing. It swelled tears into my eyes, she was due in four weeks. Gosh. I can't remember the last time she told me she was pregnant.
Johanna now on the bed woke up. "Johanna wow- your alive!" I said, Peeta chuckled lightly-back to his normal self. The first sentence she said was slurred but it was clear enough to know "Wheres' Jack?" her jaw snapped shut when she finished. I frowned, but I was too late Jack ran in arms open. "Oh!" I gasped as he almost bumped into me.Jack was laughing manically, while he squeezed her tighter till she gasped for air. She kissed his neck, I led Peeta out to give them privacy. Jack-oh gosh. I wonder how it went. I thought the whole time as we waited for an hour until we heard good news that she could go back home. "Did Effie leave?" I ask Peeta. He shrugs, not knowing. "She disappeared" I muttered to myself.
Johanna looked exhausted while she leaned against Jack's shoulders, she looked like she was sleep walking. Peeta holds my hand, and I can feel the small circles he moves in my palm. We were almost to my house when I almost forgot. "Jack" I ran over to him. "How did it go?" I asked, quickly. I wanted to know so bad. I hoped it went well. "He gave up- there all coming back. The people aren't so happy" he said. I shivered as a cool breeze brewed, Peeta came over to hear in. "Did it go any good?" Peeta asks. Jack reports the news again in his police-like manner. Peeta nods, digesting it all, understanding. "We better hurry, it looks like it might storm" Jack said after a while. Johanna groaned as he picked up speed. I looked up and sure enough there were dark menacing clouds, ready to pour heavy rain. I remember the last time there was a bad storm........ I opened my eyes wide open for the second time. My heart was pounding, almost out of my rib cage. I felt trapped.I couldn't remember where I was, Peeta stirs besides me. I blinked and Peeta wakes, I still here the howling wind. Basement, I tell myself. "You alright?" Peeta asks. "Yea I woke up and It took me a while to remember where I was" I reply. He looks at me "Me to", it was barely a sound. "Oh Peeta" I said and wrap my arms around him. I look around, mom is on the twin bed asleep. Our kids are in the corner still in there hut. "We should sleep with the kids" I said. I get up and my body aches from sitting on the hard carpeted ground.
His voice abruptly interrupts the scene I live in. I shake my head to clear it all away. "Katniss?" Peeta asks, probably for the tenth time. "Yes-I'm fine" I said, thunder rolls a few miles away. In the meadow I can see the grass dancing the wind like, give me rain! As if on cue the first rain drop splatters onto my head then the second, third... We rush inside. "Katniss!" mom yells. "What?" I question, a bit irritated as I try to rip off my jacket. "Come here" she responds. I follow her voice..
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Everllark fanfic: Forever & Always
Fiksi Penggemar**WARNING CONSTRUCTION**I WROTE MOST OF THIS WHEN I WAS TWELVE-THIRTEEN. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING HALF THE TIME I WAS AN O-K WRITER. AND TRUST ME IT GETS BETTER AS IT GOES (I'm 17 now) The cold air hits me, awakening my nerves. My piece of min...
