Simply Everlark (After Mockingjay)

Chapter 13

(A/N) Important note at the end of this chapter (please read)

"Sweetheart, I was taking to Peeta a couple days ago and we both came to a conclusion." Haymitch says while leaning his head back onto the leather love seat, shutting his eyes and crossing his arms.

"Which was?" I urge him to continue, suddenly curious for his next words.

"We don't think that you are well enough to stay alone in your home, so you are going to live with myself or Loverboy for a while." he finishes opening one of his eyes to take a peak at my expression.

I pause a bit, taking in the whole concept. Surely I am not well, but is completely moving my living quarters so someone can consistently keep an eye on me really a reasonable option? It's almost as if he is viewing me as weak by not allowing me to fend for myself. Sure the thought was considerate, but I think I am well enough to realize that I can take care of myself.

"No thanks." I state getting up from the chair wanting to leave the conversation before any arguing occurs.

But with my luck, that's never the case.

"It wasn't a question." he replies rather strongly catching me off guard, "We are doing what's best for you Katniss, so why don't you stop pushing the people who want to help you away."

"Well if the people who are trying to help are viewing me as weak, then my reason for not accepting the offer is fine." I reply with a raised voice, suddenly furious with my mentor.

"What happens if you get another injury while one of us could have been watching over you? You saw how upset the boy was when you fell. There is no telling what he would do if you had gotten hurt again."

"This isn't about Peeta, Haymitch!" I shout gripping at the roots of my hair and feeling dizzy from all of the yelling. "This is about fending for myself and I don't think-" I am cut off by someone's hand being placed on my shoulder, causing me to jump.

I turn around with wide eyes still slightly out of breath from Haymitch and I's screaming match. Peeta stands with a rather angered expression, hand still on my shoulder and gripping it rather tightly.

From all of the standing and screaming, my vision blurs and I am aware of the situation I will be in soon if I don't react. I remove Peeta's clamped hand, gripping onto his wrist forcefully and dropping it to his side. Darting quickly to the nearest seat and plopping myself down on the cushion, still breathing rather heavily.

"What did you say to her?" Peeta walks closer to Haymitch with every bit of anger still in his system, if not more.

"Calm down, I'm sure she will tell you after she is done recovering. See that Sweetheart? You were on the verge of fainting from only standing." he spits in my direction with every bit of anger directed to me.

"Haymitch, leave." Peeta says through gritted teeth, hands in tight fists by his side.

"Or what?" he pushes the conversation farther by stating and stepping closer in Peeta's direction.

"Or I am bound to get angry, and you know that won't turn out well."

Haymitch's expression suddenly softens after hearing his words. He still holds a scowl on his features, but it isn't as forced and he backs away slightly. It's almost like Peeta had triggered something when talking about his flashbacks. And he hadn't just hit a nerve in Haymitch, but myself also.

Peeta hasn't had a flashback since coming back to district twelve which I couldn't be more grateful for. But luck has to expire some time right? We all know that when his flashbacks do hit, its bad. The type of bad that can cause danger to people's safety.