Prompt : I have a prompt for you: Haymitch gets the flu and at first is all tough about it but then gets really sick and he's such a drama queen and effie takes care of him but teases him endlessly.

The Drama Queen

"You can keep the house." Haymitch mumbled from the couch. "Sell it if you don't want to stay here."

"Haymitch…" she sighed, trying and failing to keep her annoyance at bay. She pushed her reading glasses up her nose and focused back on the papers spread all around the coffee table. She had promised Plutarch she would send her report before the end of the week-end and Haymitch had obviously chosen that moment to get ill – which wouldn't have happened if he had gone to the doctor when she had told him to.

"I'm dying, sweetheart. Would it kill you to stop working for five minutes?" he grumbled.

She sighed again, placed her glasses and her pen on the coffee table and turned around to look at him.

Truth be told, he looked miserable. He was clutching the blanket to his chest, a hand on the empty bucket she had placed next to the couch.

"You have the flu." she rebuked him gently. "Nobody dies of the flu anymore."

"Maybe not in your perfect little Capitol." He let out a round of dramatic coughing.

She rolled her eyes. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes." he replied petulantly.

She escaped to the kitchen to prepare the tea and fish more pills the doctor had prescribed. Haymitch hadn't been happy about the "don't mix them with alcohol" rule and had straight out refused to swallow them. Effie was cunning, though – and if he suspected she was doping his tea, he didn't let it on.

"Here you go, my poor darling." she teased, handing him a mug.

He took the steaming mug, sniffed at it and then pouted. "It's not the good kind."

"There is no green tea left." she replied. "We're low on groceries, I will need to go to the market later."

The pout only increased. "You would leave me to die alone? Send one of the kid."

The children were making themselves scarce, having had to deal with Haymitch being sick before.

"You won't die." she repeated, sitting on the edge of the couch. He scooted closer to the back to accommodate her.

"I might." he insisted stubbornly.

She bit her lip to hide her mocking smile but given his brooding expression, he must have seen it anyway.

"You are such a big baby." she laughed. His face became grimmer and she dropped a kiss on his forehead to chase the crease away from his bow. "My big baby."

He grumbled but it was clearly for show because he held on to her hand even when she grabbed some of her papers back.

Such a drama queen, she couldn't help but think fondly.