I know this is a very short chapter, I just wanted to post it to let you know I haven't forgotten about you guys! The next chapter will be long and juicy and hopefully will be posted within the next two days. As always reviews are appreciated :)
When I awake again the room is empty, my head is hazy and my previously throbbing pains have faded to dull aches. There is a fresh bowl of stew and a warm cheese bun by my bedside, I suddenly find myself ravenous and eat it all greedily. Once my hunger has been satiated I drag myself out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom to shower. Just as I am about to get undressed the doorbell rings. "Peeta" my mind screams internally, in my drug induced haze I had almost forgotten all about him.
"Peeta" I yell excitedly as I run down the stairs, almost tripping over my long nightgown. I open the door ready to throw myself into Peeta's but instead find myself face to face with Haymitch. "Hello Sweetheart" he says pushing by me and stumbling straight towards the kitchen. He stops just as he passes by me and sniffs audibly "you don't smell the freshest Peaches" he says as he grabs an apple from my fruit bowl. "Well neither do you" I snap back, it's true; his usual stench of alcohol is much stronger than usual. "Touchè" he says as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. "Are you not going to offer your guest a drink?" he says while taking a bite out of the apple and propping his feet up on the table "it's only polite".
"Why are you here Haymitch?" I ask curtly, I have very little time for Haymitch when he is drunk. "Well" he starts his voice slurring over his words "me and your loverboy were drinking away our sorrows and he couldn't keep up, so when he passed out I thought you might need help drinking away your sorrows". "Peeta has been drinking?" I ask in disbelief, Peeta has seen the effects of alcohol first hand with Haymitch, I can't believe he would take solace in a bottle. "Mmmhmm" Haymitch mumbles affirmatively as he gets up and starts to rummage in my presses "three days we've been at it" he says with a hiccup "it has been more of a pity party than a party party but that's ok I'll take any kind of party" he rambles as he takes a long glass bottle from a shelf and pops the cork with his teeth.
Haymitch takes a long swig from the bottle before erupting into a fitting cough "what is this?!" he splutters, glancing at the label. "it's apple cider VINEGAR Haymitch, apple cider vinegar" I say as I whip the bottle from his hand. I place the bottle back in the medicine press and shut the door firmly. "Where is he?" I ask, turning to face Haymitch. "Loverboy?" he says with a sneer "where do you think he is, he's almost as much of a hermit as we are sweetheart". With that I turn and race out the door.