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Walking into District 4, I clutched Peeta's hand as we made our way down the path to the hospital. Not much had changed but the atmosphere just seemed… happier.

I hadn't seen my mother in a while, so it seemed strange to be going to visit her. As we stopped outside the hospital, I stopped still. Reassuringly, Peeta squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek lightly before leading me into the building. It wasn't overly busy, which was good to see considering how many people were injured during the rebellion.

I walked to the front desk where a young looking woman sat, scribbling things down on a sheet of paper. "Um… excuse me?" I said, to get her attention.

She looked up, slightly alarmed at first. I could tell she recognised both Peeta and I but she didn't take the matter any further. "How can I help you?"

"I'm here to see my mother, Mrs Everdeen… is she here?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Uh… yes, she is," the woman replied. "I'll just send for her. You can both take a seat if you'd like."

We did as offered and took a seat in the waiting room. We weren't waiting for long before my mother appeared in the hallway, dressed in white with a small smile inching across her face. "Katniss…" she breathed.

I returned the small smile and slowly got up to give her a hug. It wasn't long but she soon noticed who I had with me and smiled again. "Peeta! It's lovely to see you again…"

"You too, Mrs Everdeen, "Peeta replied politely. "How is everything?"

"Fine, just fine," she said happily, before leading us down the hall and into a room with her name printed neatly on the door.

We sat down and I looked around, noticing a photo of my father, myself and Prim sitting on her desk. It was hard to look at them, so my daze went to my hands in my lap, which Peeta once again gave a sympathetic squeeze.

"I'm glad you were both able to come," she continued. "I think it might help Annie a good deal if she sees someone she knows."

"Has anything happened since you sent the letter?" Peeta spoke for me.

Mum shook her head, "no… she won't let anyone near her, all we can hope for is that she keeps herself healthy and maybe time but we just don't know."

"Would we be able to visit her now?" Peeta asked.

"Of course, as soon as possible. I'll give you directions to her house. Just come back and get me if you need anything," she said, writing down the directions to Annie's house on a spare piece or paper.

"Will do," Peeta smiled.

"Thanks mum…" I said and we left the hospital as set of for Annie's house.

We arrived not long after as her house wasn't far. Everything seemed quite normal about the house, only, when we knocked on the door, there was no answer right away. There was a single light on in the living room so we knew she was home.

"Annie!" I called, knocking on the door. I heard faint footsteps followed by a faint voice that obviously hadn't been used in a while.

"I told you, I don't need any help…" she said and opened the door. "I'm fine…" her eyes widened as she saw us standing at her door step. "Katniss… Peeta?"

"Hey Annie," Peeta said softly and I did the same. "Do you mind if we come in?" he continued.

Annie opened the door wider and allowed us to enter. We walked in and sat down on the lounge as Annie walked to the kitchen.

"So… what brings you back to district 4?" she asked, seemingly fine, wrapping her coat

"Actually… we came to see you," I said. "How is everything?"

"I'm managing…" she sighed, but we both knew she wasn't telling the truth. "Would either of you like something to drink or eat?"

"I'm fine thanks," I smiled.

"Me too," Peeta replied.

"A-are you sure?" she said growing nervous. "I can make some tea or- or anything really."

"Annie… we're fine honestly," Peeta said and we could both tell something was going off.

"Don't be afraid to say… I really need to get out. Go shopping…" she said, staring to go through cupboards, her hands shaking.

"Annie, are you alright?" I asked.

"I-I'm fine… just fine," she replied.

"Annie…" Peeta sighed, standing up and walking over to her. He tried to lead her to a chair she pulled away from his touch. "Annie…" he repeated.

"Please… I-I'm fine. Really, you can go."

"Annie, you're not-"

"I am! I am okay; I'm fine…" she raised her voice. "Please… just get them to stop checking on me."

"Annie…" I sighed and she once again pulled away from Peeta, who was rrying to calm her down.

"I'm fine… okay, I'm fine… fine," she mumbled. Peeta and I exchanged worried glances as she put her hands up to her ears like she used to and continued to mumble, sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor.

"What should we do?" Peeta asked, asked, kneeling down next to her.

I followed, keeling on her other side. "I'm not sure… she doesn't listen to anyone but Finnick and he's…" I didn't finish my sentence but Annie winced as I said Finnick's name.

"Grab a blanket and a glass of water… we can at least keep her comfortable," Peeta told me and I did as he said as he picked Annie up like she weighed no more than a feather and lay her on the lounge.

"Annie," he said softly. "Annie, please… it's okay. Everything's going to be all right. You're safe, I promise no one's going to hurt you.

It was amazing to see Peeta do calm in front of Annie. I always thought it would only ever be Finnick that could help her but I guess it's finally sunk in that he's really gone.

"Shhh Annie... It's okay, it's okay," he kept whispering over and over again as she let him wrap his arms around her as he talked.

She finally stopped mumbling and lowered her hands so they hung loosely by her side. Peeta held her as she cried into his chest and I did my best to sit down with the both of them and be as comforting as possible. I knew how much she hurt, it's a hard thing to face.

"Everything's going to be okay Annie," I whispered.

She shook her head, "No... no, don't you see... I can't escape it. I can't forget him.

"No ones asking you to forget him," Peeta said comfortingly. "We'll do our best to help you move on though..." he continued but she still shook her head.

"I can't move on, not when I'll have a constant reminder off him soon enough..." she said, her voice shaking as she lay back against the lounge, Peeta and I holding either hand.

"What'd you mean?" I asked, not completely sure what she meant.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm pregnant..."

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