Come to finish me off, Sweetheart?
Suzanne CollinsTag: the-hunger-games katniss-everdeen peeta-mellark
It seems like I've only shut my eyes for a few minutes, but when I open them, I flinch at the sight of Haymitch sitting a couple of feet from my bed. Waiting. Possibly for several hours if the clck is right. I think about hollering for a witness, but I'm going to have to face him sooner or later.
Haymitch leans forward and dangles something on a thin white wire in front of my nose. It's hard to focus on, but I'm pretty sur what it is. He drops it in to the sheets. "That is your earpiece. I will give you exactly one more chance to wear it. If you remove it from your ear again, I'll have you fitted with this." He holds up some sort of metal headgear that I instantly name the head shackle. "It's alternative audio unit that locks around your skull and under your chin until it's opened with a key. And I'll have the only key. If for some reason you're clever enough to disable it" ---- Haymitch dumps the head shackle on the bed and whips out a tiny silver chip--- "I'll authorize them to surgically implant this transmitter into your ear so that I may speak to you twenty-four hours a day."
Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying. "I'll keep the earpiece in," I mutter
"Excuse me?" He says
"I'll keep the earpiece in!" I say loud enough to wake half the hospital.
"You sure? Because I'm equally happy with any of the three options," he tells me
"I'm sure," I say. I scrunch up the earpiece protectivley in my fist and fling the head shakle back in his face with my free hand, but he catches it easily. Probably was expecting me to throw it. "Anything else?"
Haymitch rises to go. "While I was waiting. . . I ate your lunch."
My eyes take in the empty stew bowl and tray on my bed table. "I'm going to report you," I mumble into my pillow.
"You do that sweetheart." He goes out, safe in the knowledge that I'm not the reporting kind.
Tag: funny-humor haymitch-and-katniss
I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.
Suzanne CollinsTag: loyalty protection hunger-games katniss-everdeen mockingjay
He tells the hiustory of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once North America.
Suzanne CollinsYou'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile.
"Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she's warding off a very bright light.
"No," I say looking at Peeta with a new sense of apreciation. "Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in."
"And Haymitch?" says Peeta. "We decided we don't want any other allies in the arena."
"Good. Then I won't be responsible for you killing off any of my friends with your stupidity," he says.
Tag: stupidity kill katniss peeta
Always.
Suzanne CollinsTag: peeta-mellark
The smell of blood... it was on his breath.
What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.
Haymitch isn't thinking of arenas, but something else. "Johanna's back in the hospital."
I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn't assigned to a sharp shooters' unit. She's wicked with a throwing axe but about average with a gun. "Is she hurt? What happened?"
"It was while she was on the Block. They try to ferret out a soldier's potential weakness. So they flooded the street, " says Haymitch.
This doesn't help. Johanna can swim. At least, I seem to remember her swimming around some in the Quarter Quell. Not like Finnick, of course, but none of us are like Finnick. "So?"
"That's how they tortured her in the Capitol. Soaked her then used electric shocks," says Haymitch. "In the Block, she had some kind of flashback. Panicked, didn't know where she was. She's back under sedation."
Finnick and I just stand there as if we've lost the ability to respond.
I think of the way Johanna never showers. How she forced herself into the rain like it was acid that day. I had attributed her misery to morphling withdrawal.
"You two should go see her. You're as close to friends as she's got," says Haymitch.
That makes the whole thing worse. I don't really know what's between Johanna and Finnick, but I hardly know her. No family. No friends.Not so much as a token from District 7 to set beside her regulation clothes in her anonymous drawer.
Nothing.
Tag: loss isolation torture mental-illness abuse phobia haymitch phobias fear-of-water johnaa pstd
Abrazada a las rocas, me muevo lentamente hacia la sangre, buscándolo. Encuentro más manchas, una con unos trozos de tela pegados, pero ni rastro de él. Me derrumbo y digo su nombre en voz baja:
—¡Peeta, Peeta!
Entonces, un sinsajo aterriza en un árbol raquítico y empieza a imitarme, así que lo dejo, me rindo y vuelvo al arroyo pensando: "Tiene que haberse ido más abajo".
Acabo de meter el pie en el agua cuando oigo una voz.
—¿Has venido a rematarme, preciosa?
Empiezo a recuperar la concentración cuando Caesar le pregunta si tiene una novia en casa.
Peeta vacila y después sacude la cabeza, aunque no muy convencido.
—¿Un chico guapo como tú? Tiene que haber una chica especial. Venga, ¿cómo se llama?
—Bueno, hay una chica —responde él, suspirando—. Llevo enamorado de ella desde que tengo uso de razón, pero estoy seguro de que ella no sabía nada de mí hasta la cosecha.
La multitud expresa su simpatía: comprenden lo que es un amor no correspondido.
—¿Tiene otro?
—No lo sé, aunque les gusta a muchos chicos.
—Entonces te diré lo que tienes que hacer: gana y vuelve a casa. Así no podrá rechazarte, ¿eh? —lo anima Caesar.
—Creo que no funcionaría. Ganar… no ayudará en mi caso.
—¿Por qué no? —pregunta Caesar, perplejo.
—Porque… —empieza a balbucear Peeta, ruborizándose—. Porque… ella esta aquí conmigo.
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