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Date & Time: A few days after Katniss gets lanced
Location: Her apartment
Characters: Katniss, anyone who wants to check on her /o/
Summary: Katniss has been staying indoors and avoiding pretty much everything.
Warnings: Mentions of stabbination?

[The situation in the forest had been unpleasant. To say the least. It has been a long time since Katniss had legitimately feared for her life, and she isn't sure what to do with the feelings that's left her with.

So she shuts down. It's not quite like the catatonia that had come over her after Prim's death, but it's something similar. She just doesn't know how to deal with her life any more, so she stops dealing with it entirely. She sits on the couch in the lounge, moves only to eat, drink, and use the bathroom, and for all intents and purposes acts like a robot.

It works for her. Sort of.]

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...no.

[Well, that should set off all sorts of warning bells for her. Haymitch rejecting a drink?

He's trying to be good, trying to -- well, make sure that he's sharper for if something happens to her again.

It won't last long, but it's an effort -- a gesture. It also explains why he looks like he swallowed bleach instead of vodka on his last go 'round.]

[She stills, and the shock is evident on her face. A moment passes, before she turns her back on him and puts the booze away in a cupboard. Still not looking at him, she speaks]

Don't be an idiot, Haymitch. It was a mutt, there wasn't anything you could do.

Doesn't mean I shouldn't have been aware that the thing was running around.

[That's his job, to know what's going on. To keep her from doing the stupid things that he'd done, or at least to -- make her attempts at them successful.]

[She turns then, leaning against the bench and crossing her arms over her chest. There's no sign of her injury at all] Okay, fine. Do better next time, then. [She's not going to tell him he doesn't have to do that, because she knows he won't listen anyway]

[She's never asked about his motivation -- not seriously -- maybe she really doesn't care, or maybe she's afraid of the answer. Regardless, he's glad she hasn't.]

That's the plan.

[Even if it kills him -- and at this rate, it just might. The DTs are a bitch.]

[There's a pause where she eyes him] You still need to stick around to look after Peeta. Don't let me get in the way of that.

Doesn't mean I can't look after you, too.

[He furrows his brows, leaning absently against the nearest wall.]

Only if it doesn't get in the way. [She's more determined than ever to keep him safe, now that he seems to b making a recovery.] Promise me, Haymitch. If something happens to me, don't let him follow.

[He lets out a grunt. Frustrated, maybe, not so much with her but with the fact that thinking straight seems painful.]

Didn't I already make you that promise? I'm not making it twice.

Things change. I need to make sure. [She rubs the back of her wrist over her forehead] He said he'd kill himself if I died, Haymitch. You can't let him. So you can't run off into a forest with a super powered mutt loose trying to find me instead of looking after him. [Someone appears to have regained some of her backbone sinc the last time he would have seen her]

[He's sort of missed her having a backbone anyway, since it makes him feel less awful about trying to make her lead a revolution. It reminds him that she's capable of it.

He crosses his arms over his chest because his hands are shaking too badly and snorts.]

Fine.

Good. [She frowns, taking in the sight of him[ You look terrible. Worse than usual.

Trust me, sweetheart, I've been worse.

[All his organs are in the same place, even!]

I know. I've seen you when you're detoxing. [And then she remembers that he just refused to drink. She narrows her eyes at him, but doesn't ask anything out loud just yet]

[Well, that's news to him -- except that he does remember Coin saying something about 13 being a 'dry' district. Huh.

He rolls his shoulders easily.]

I can only imagine how lovely that was to be around.

[This has only been a few hours, after all. He's not even hitting the potentially-dangerous-seizures level yet.]

I wasn't really around it. They had to lock you up.

[Her frown deepens] Are you trying to go cold turkey? Don't be stupid.

I suppose I should just stroll into the Initiative and tell them I'm going to dry out.

[...yeah, he doesn't think it's worth wasting their time either.]

That would be even stupider. [Someone doesn't exactly trust the Initiative] Just take it slowly. You're no use to anyway if you're screaming and hallucinating.

[Oh, so that's what he has to look forward to. Good to know.]

And I'm sure you have a plan for what I ought to be doing.

[Right. His arms are still crossed tightly over his chest. He -- doesn't look impressed. At least she's doing well, comparatively.]

[The look she gives him is sardonic.] Like you'd listen to it either way. I just don't want you out of commission. [What will she do if her drunk uncle isn't drunk]

[Probably try to carry him to the emergency room while he froths from the mouth on the floor.]

So I should -- what, drink in moderation?

[She doesn't understand what that's like, he's fairly certain. The unpleasant side effects without the pleasantry of being passed out for a precious few hours. There's -- no point.]

Just do what you have to to make sure you're not unconscious or hallucinating. [She rubs her arm a little absently.]

Did they get it?

It's my understanding that the beast has been vanquished, yes.

[Or ... maybe it was a mutt, but he's not going to outright say that in front of her -- knowing how she might react. He does have some tact.]

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