Hey guys! Sorry for the wait, I had some major tests and got sick! ): Anyway nothing's really going on with Haymitch YET so this is mostly Lacey's POV. But don't worry, there will be more Haymitch in future chapters! xoxo you guys rock!

~Jellybean

Chapter 14 - I Know You

[Lacey's POV]

"Lacey, please, stop crying. You're all right," My mother pleads, leaning down over me as I sit on my bed in a pool of my tears.

"Yes. I'm fine. But guess who isn't? Maysilee, mom! That's who." I continue to cry, and in a whisper I say:

"That's who."

"Do you want me to sedate you, honey?" My mother asks. "It helps the pain."

I shake my head. "I'm fine. I'm going down to the apothecary, okay?" She doesn't say anything, just stares with her eyes widened, hurting. She really did like Maysilee.

I get up and grab my bag from the corner. "Lacey," Mom whispers, and I rush out the door into the cold rain that brought me home from Hanna's house about an hour ago. I let it rush down me and don't bother going back inside for an umbrella.

Running through the rain, I reach the apothecary and run in. Dad is not in the front, so there must be a patient in the back or something. Slowly, I drip onto the floor walking towards one of the best rooms for patients and peek in. Daddy is in there, feeling the heartbeat of a child with a panicked mother in the back. The child, with her black hair to her shoulders that she brushes out of her face looks vaguely familiar. . .

I walk in. My father, who just finished taking the girl's heartbeat, glances over his shoulder at the girl at the doorway. "Lacey!" He exclaims. "Can you please get me one of the needles in the blue canbinent.

I stand still. "For pneumonia?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to get the penicillin ready as well?" I ask.

"Yes, once you bring back the needle, please."

We hear the front door ring, meaning someone just came in. "Oh, Lacey, can you finish up here? I must see who's at the desk." He rushes out of the room.

I turn back to the mother and the coughing child. "I'll be right back, ma'am," I excuse myself, and rush to get the needle ready in the back.

I unlock the cabinents and pour some medicine into a needle. Grab the alcohol swabs. Take out the penicillin for children and leave it there, rushing back to the room with needle and swabs.

"Okay, honey," I say. "I'm just going to clean your arm, okay?" I gently rub her arm with the chilly swab and she begins to cry.

"It's okay. Ready? Now count to three and I'll be done," I say. She closes her eyes.

"One," She squeeks. I push the needle in quickly and pull it out as she's saying "Two."

"Okay, that's it. Done." The little girl opens up her teary eyes and I get her a flower bandage, gently cleaning the little blood and pushing the bandage on.

"That's all?" She smiles a familiar smile.

"Yes," I say, and the mother in the corner smiles as well.

"I'm going to get her some antibiotics from the back, ma'am," I say, and excuse myself to the corner room way in the back. It is dim and cool in there, and I take my time filling the antibiotics, thinking only of how I know that face.

Who is she? I know I know who that is. . .

Suddenly, a thought strikes me like a baseball strikes a bat. The pain is so real, and my eyes widen.

"Lacey, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Jill."

"Hi Jill," I say to the little girl with black hair, a girl of only two, who hasn't seen the world like I have. Who doesn't know of the horrors of the Hunger Games. . . Who doesn't know the horrors of anything.

"Hi," She says sweetly and shyly, smiling a bit.

"Oh, Jill, you don't need to be afraid of Lacey," Maysilee says to Jill. . . . . .

I freeze. This is Maysilee's cousin.

Jill. . .

I suck my stomach in and take a deep breathe, grab the penicillin, and rush out of the room. When I reach the room, I look at the half-relieved mother.

"So," I say casually. "How long have you been here?"

The mother, seeing small-talk, says, "Oh, about an hour and a half. We were waiting quite a while, the Dr., your father I presume, had another patient."

An hour and a half. About an hour ago Maysilee died. She doesn't know yet. Before I can stop myself, "Oh my gosh," comes rushing out of my mouth.

[Haymitch's POV]

I sit with my feet dangling off the side of the cliff. You know, if the District One girl were to appear at any moment right now, I'd probably be dead. But since she isn't here, I guess I can continue. In fact, it takes a long while to get from one end of the arena to the other, and for all I know, she could be on the complete other side.

Well, if that was the case, they would do something to drive us together.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my hand and then continue to wipe that on my pants before taking a long sip of water. It may not rain for the rest of the time in the arena, though. That thought makes me stop short and recap the bottle.

This may take a while.

[Lacey's POV]

"What's wrong?" asks the worried mother. A couple of odd choking sounds come out of my mouth, which is half open, and I shake my head with my pained eyes staring right at her.

"Ma'am, I don't think I should be the one to tell you, I-" I wave my arms around aimlessly and then hand her the penicillin. "If I could just get you to sign- to...to...sign...the-" I stutter and swallow. The child, Jill , looks up at me.

"Miss doctor," She says. "Did something happen?"

"Yes," I say, and swallow. "I've met you, Jill. Maysilee, my best friend, introduced me to you when you were a little girl. You're her cousin."

She stares up at me, but doesn't say anything.