"Ouch."

After the announcement of their 'victory', a hovercraft came and got both Prim and Peeta.

Prim was still amazed of how they could have ever win. She remained silent the way to the Capitol, still in shock. When they exited the craft, they were led to the hospital, and put through a scan, looking for any broken bones. Prim had a few cracked ribs, whilst Peeta had a broken arm, and a few broken fingers.

Prim's wounds were treated with much better medicinal supplies, and had been given a room. She was wondering when Effie and Haymitch would come and visit.

Prim pondered on how Katniss and her mother were taking the news. She knew Katniss must be happy, but still feeling sorrow that her sister had to be put in that situation.

Prim was just glad that because she and Peeta were Victors, they would each get a house, letting their family live with them.

Prim wasn't used to the comfort of the mattresses. Even the penthouse beds couldn't be compared to the soft and skily sheets that felt like absolute air.

Prim let sleep consume her.


Prim won.

My sister won.

My mom told me the news, waking me from my light sleep.

"Katniss! Katniss!" Tears had clouded her eyes. I knew Prim must have died, or had won. The second option not very believable. But she won. My sister won.


Prim woke up, light flooding through the windows.

It took her several seconds to know exactly where she was. Prim adjusted to the sudden light, and observed her surroundings.

Her escort, Effie Trinket sat on the bedside chairs, reading a magazine.

Effie glanced over at Prim, and then back to her magazine, but then the realization hit.

Effie widely smiled, and stood.

"Primrose! Why, I thought I may never see your blue eyes again!" Effie moved to hug Prim, and engrossed her in a tight hug.

Prim smiled, and pulled back.

"It's nice to see you too... Where's Peeta?" Effie sat back down.

"Peeta is about five rooms away from yours. The doctors said the Victory Tour is scheduled to start in only two days!" Prim grimly smiled, but then a thought hit her. Haymitch.

"Effie? Where's Haymitch?" Effie looked up, and said, "He's visiting Peeta. Haymitch just left about ten minutes ago; I practically had to beg him to go and visit Peeta... He wouldn't leave your side." Effie frowned, but regained her smiling attitude.

The reunion between Haymitch and Prim was silent.

After Effie left, he arrived back into her room, his eyes bloodshot. She knew he must've have had very little to no sleep.

Not saying anything, they looked into each other's eyes, silently communicating with each other. A tear ran down Prim's cheek.

Haymitch went to Prim's bedside and pulled her into a huge hug.

It took them thirty minutes to say something to each other.

"Hello."


It had only been two days since Peeta and Prim had 'won' the Hunger Games. They only had one more day until they had to start the Victory Tour.

Neither of them were looking forward to it.

Cinna had stopped by Prim's room several times, leaving different outfits and clothes for her to try on; for the Victory Tour.

Effie had kept checking on Prim mainly during breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Peeta had come by a few times a day, checking on her.

Haymitch had come by frequently, prepping her for the Victory Tour.

Even though Prim and Peeta were the ones that had to go through the Hunger Games, Haymitch knew that they weren't going to celebrate. They will hug their families and tell them how much the love them; celebrating wasn't in the equation.

Haymitch knew that Presedent Snow wouldn't forget their stunt; no one will.


The Tour had begun.

The train had only just left, heading towards District 1.

Prim sat on the same chair she did when she was traveling to the Capitol. Times had really changed. Peeta was in his room with Portia, getting ready for the Tour. Haymitch was drinking, talking to Cinna. Effie was keeping her smiling demeanor, making her a cup of tea.

"Prim, you should really eat something. You haven't eaten since yesterday?" Prim shrugged, not noticing the emptiness in her stomach. She was used to not eating as often. Prim had become accustomed to eat four, and if lucky, five times a week.

"Prim! Do not shrug! It is unlady-like! And you are slouching!" Haymitch shot Effie an annoyed glance, and gave Prim an apologetic look.

"Yes, Effie." Prim fixed her posture, keeping her eyes fixated only in front of her.

"So, what are you planning to do when you get back to District 12?" Effie tried to spark a little conversation.

"I want to see Katniss and my mom again... I wish I could have seen them when I was at the hospital, but..." Prim trailed off.

Effie smile widened, and said, "Well, you have a brand new house to move in to! I'm sure you will pack, and bring your items there! Ah, I'm sure your family are absolutely thrilled that they get to move!" Prim knew Effie meant well by the last sentence, but it bothered her. Prim liked her house the way it is. She liked the dirt road she walked every day to get to and from school. Most importantly, Prim missed her home.

A voice boomed over head, "Five minutes until arriving at District 1."


Prim hated the Tour.

Prim recieved hateful glares from everyone from District 1 to District 4.

Haymitch remained quiet beside her, staying back when she and Peeta gave a short speech, bringing their condolences to the families that had lost their child.

Nearing District 5, Prim let a tear shed. She was alone in her own cart; the same one she had slept in on the way to the Capitol. Prim thought back to everyone that died... She had taken part in one of their deathes.

Prim felt responsible.

"Don't cry." Haymitch walked into the cart behind her, and gently turned her around.

That was the only thing he had said directly to her since the Hospitol. Prim thought he hated her.

Haymitch wiped the water that was gliding down her cheek with his thumb, carressing her face. He let her bury her head into his chest, letting her cry.

After a minute had passed, she pulled back, and sniffled.

"Thank you. I needed that."

Haymitch knew what it felt like after 'winning' the Games. You were supposed to be happy, but... you weren't. It was like you were scarred for life. Prim wouldn't be known as Prim anymore. She would be known as the girl that went into the Games and lived.


A/N: The next chapter will wrap up the Victory Tour. Enjoy! Thank you to Guest, for reviewing!