It's amazing how much a plot line can develop when you just make it up as you go along. Well, I hope this one does, I'm not too sure though because I cannot accurately judge my own writing, but that's what you're here for! So please leave a review after you're done reading it!

Haymitch sat wide eyed for a moment. She doesn't remember. She doesn't remember-how much? The first time she has seen him in over a year, she must be feeling overwhelmed, scared, and ambivalent.

"Effie, what was the last thing you remember?"

She looked around, eyes finally settling on him. Her hands reached up to rub her eyes. The realization that she had no makeup on washed over her face, a deep blush arose in her cheeks. However, there was nothing she could do about it, so she looked away from him, too ashamed. He was looking at her practically naked. For all she knew, he probably has seen her naked. She tried to recall the last thing she truly remembered.

She took a deep sigh before she began. "I remember getting ready for the Quell. That's the last thing I really remember. I remember bringing Katniss and Peeta to their training sessions. Feeling pain for them. I didn't really know what was going on. Then, I remember darkness, not being able to see anything. I felt pain, hunger, cold, isolation…. Alone."

Haymitch had a look of pain that she could not understand. Was he feeling empathy for her? What was his problem, why should he care? She would think with her constant carping, he would have built up a hatred for her, which she knew was always there.

She continued. "I remember feeling empty, like I was dying. I thought I was already dead, but I guess I wasn't. But I don't really want to talk about that."

"I understand," Haymitch said. "Effie, you lost so much memory. I'm surprised you know who I am."

"Of course I know who you are, you're my doctor!" Effie said sardonically.

Haymitch smiled at her playful tone, glad to hear she wasn't completely under the weather. "There's been a whole war. A rebellion against the capitol."

"A rebellion is going on?"

"Has gone. We won. In a way. But we lost so much. The quell was originally a rebellion against Snow."

Effie looked at him, trying to absorb all this information about what she has lost in her memory. He tells her of the war, how it started long ago, before even the 74th Hunger Games. Somehow, she always knew someone would stand up to Snow. She hated the man, but she never thought that someone would wield so much power against him to actually win. Her heart suddenly dropped in her chest when she heard him say, "The capitol captured Peeta. They arrested the prep team, along with you. We managed to get Peeta out, but I didn't come for you. I wanted to, but I didn't think they would hurt you like they did." Effie looks even more hurt. "Effie, I thought you would be safe, honestly. And I've never been sorrier to be wrong in my whole entire life. I promised after they found you, that I would never leave you like that, never leave you to those horrible people."

Effie takes a shaky breath in. "President Snow died, along with President Coin. Katniss shot her. It was a shock to all of us, but in a way, It wasn't."

Effie has disbelief written all over her face. "Coin? The leader of the rebellion? Why on earth would Katniss do that?"

"Because she wanted to create a Games where only the capitol children would participate. To show the capitol all the pain that they caused the districts. But Katniss didn't want her leading the whole country with the idea that she still wanted the Games around. So she killed her."

Effie sat in astonishment. Not because of Katniss killing, but that she would kill someone on her own side. Although it did make sense, the reason she did it. "What happened to Katniss?"

Haymitch sat a moment before telling her. "Prim died in an explosion. It tore Katniss apart. She's here in District 12, but she might as well be dead. She doesn't function, she needs all the help she can get."

"That's awful." She simply says. Haymitch remains quiet. It is then when she realizes that she's not in a hospital, although she has the equipment of the hospital. She asks Haymitch where she is.

"You're in my house, one of the guest bedrooms."

"Why on earth would I be in your house?" She wondered aloud. This silly drunk wouldn't have taken her into his home. "You know, I can report this as kidnapping."

Haymitch laughs briefly, then he remembers that she doesn't know. "Effie, about a month and a half ago, you wrote me saying you wanted to get out of the capitol, that it held too many memories. You wanted to come live here."

Effie scoffed. "Why would I want to live with an insensitive drunk?"

Haymitch visibly winced at the incentive. However, he did not want to get her any more overwrought, he decided to leave the statement be. "I just meant here in District 12." Although that is not what he meant at all.

"Oh."

"I just wanted you to be somewhere you feel comfortable, somewhere you feel like you belong, with people that love you."

Effie didn't think it was possible. Katniss and Peeta hated her, the way she acted when she was an escort. It didn't make for a very good relationship between them. But Haymitch, could he be implying what she thought he was? At that very moment, He pulled out a soft lilac envelope. He sets it down on her bed.

"I just remembered I'm supposed to retrieve the doctor when you woke up." Without another word, he stands and leaves the room, leaving Effie, as always, confused. She holds the letter up and reads her words she wrote to him, very long ago.

I don't really know why I'm writing this or asking you, but I just have to get it out. The capitol here is torture. Not literal torture, but I don't think I can bear to stay here anymore. I don't have anyone else. Please, I need to get out of here.

Those were her words. She had sought him out. She had wanted Haymitch. How could she? Their entire amity had been nothing but complaining and abhorrence. Had she inadvertently started to like him? Had it been more than like? Suddenly, a whole variety of possibilities flooded her mind; a whole new perspective had opened up.

Aaaaand that's where I decided to end it. Not the story, but the chapter. Now before you exit out of this page or click on some random button that will lead you somewhere else, please review, or else I'll curl up into a ball in my bedroom and cry. I won't move until you review. So, with that in mind, hope you thought it was good! Thanks!