Freedom's Finally Ours

Chapter 9- The Possibility of the End of Two

Chapter 9- The Possibility of the End of Two

Gale's POV

Johanna's cough turned out to be more than that. At first it was just constant coughing, then the sneezing came and the nausea. She then started to become weak and unable to eat. She was so sick, but refused to go and get checked out. It was scaring me, I felt like she was going to miscarry our baby at the rate she was going and it did nothing but scare the living hell out of me. I have never seen her so weak and vulnerable. She woke in the night with Jason kicking her and then slept all morning. I knew that she had to get check out, this sickness she has was obviously not good for the baby. No sickness when being pregnant is safe and okay. Anything could happen and that is what scared me the most. So I made an appointment for her in the morning so she wouldn't object as much as she would have in the afternoon.

That morning I made sure that she had food when she woke, when she did wake, she denied it like every morning. I made her a bath and then made her get in and soak herself, maybe making herself feel better, but nothing. She then got dressed into a simple grey cardigan and leggings and we set off to the doctors. I made sure that Katniss stayed away from her, because whatever terrible thing she had got, I didn't want Katniss who was carrying twins to have that same sickness which could do twice as much damage. I assume anyway. Johanna missed her best friend, but she knew that not seeing her was the best. Sky was told to stay away too, Haymitch and Effie didn't want to have to deal with a sick Sky, no one should deal with someone they love with something that has to be seriously sick.

After a long trek to the hospital, we got into the waiting room and I told Johanna to sit down while I told the receptionist about our appointment. She told us the doctor would be right with us and then I went back and sat with Jo. I held her hand and slowly caressed her knuckles as we waited. When her name is called, we get up and follow the short woman with curly brown hair and brown eyes to a room. She introduced herself as Dr Marrietta and she asked Jo what was wrong. I then ran the list of things that have happened in the past two weeks. Johanna at first just wanted to see if the sickness would fade with time, that's why it took so long for me to finally give in and take her here. Dr Marrietta ran through some tests and took some of her blood. After a long time of waiting and test results to some in.

"Mrs Hawthorne, you are six months pregnant, correct?" She asks Johanna.

Jo simply nods, with the incapability to do anything else.

"I see." She ponders, taking Jo's pregnancy into her final thoughts.

After a few more minutes of herself pondering, I grew incredibly inpatient.

"So, what is wrong with my wife?" I blurt out.

"Gale, please... soft voices." Johanna tells me, rubbing her temples.

"Well Mr Hawthorne, your wife is incredibly ill. I've only seen such results in my twenty-five years of being in the medical profession only once before." She clarifies to me.

"I guessed that she was incredibly sick on my own. She has never been like this. Now, is this sickness doing anything to our baby?" I ask again, loud voice.

"Gale." Johanna says softly, her eyes shut and her head resting on her hand.

"I'm sorry, Jo." I apologise.

"I am ninety-eight percent sure that this sickness your wife has, is effecting the baby." She concludes.

Oh god. No. This cannot be true.

"I do need another opinion on my thoughts, but I don't think that your wife is going to make your baby's due date. There is almost nothing that I can think of that would help cure what she has. I want to make a proposition to you." Dr Marrietta states.