Rye's Start {EDITING} (Book #2)

Maybe

*Katniss POV*

"Well before we get to that what is wrong with Katniss, what do you mean she is sick?" Peeta asks, his voice abrasive.

"She has what is called Major Depression. Its not as bad as it sounds, granted its still deppresion but not as bad as the others." The doctors says.

"And?" Peeta is starting to get mad. I can feel his body tense.

"Well a few of the symptoms are Insomnia, loss of appetite, weight loss, irritably, i.e. And she has those first 3 based on what she has told me. Insomnia is over sleeping in the day and not sleeping at night basically. The loss of appeitie is explains itself and that itself causes different complications also weight loss."

He looks down to me,"Katniss why don't you wake me when you can't sleep?"

These will be my first words in the past half hour of being told all this information."I don't want do disturb you. You shouldn't be sleepless like me."

The doctor talks before Peeta could reply."Well we have medication for the depression for pregnant women. You can pick it up at the pharmacy down stairs. One of the major side affects are morning sickness."

I speak,"Why haven't I had morning sickness?"

The doctor laughs."Not every women gets morning sickness. Every pregnancy and baby is different, also since you haven't been eating, there is nothing really to throw up but stomach acid or know as heart burn."

"And what about the baby." Peeta asks.

"Well because of not eating and barely drinking, that causes serious problems. So unless we act very soon you might as well just have an abortion."

That is it! I am tired of hearing bad news. I am tired of being put in meds. I am tired of this stupid depressing doctor. I am tired of being tired.

I stand up and get in her face."Don't you ever say that to my face again. You don't know what I have been through, what this family has been through, I will fight for this baby like I would for my last breath!"

I go for the door and peeta grabs my arm but I tell him to relax. I run to the bathroom into the handicap stall and cry.

I place my hands tear soaked on my stomach, just praying that she/he will be fine.

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