Warm ... is Warm? Well, now she was sure that she was dead. She was lying on her side because back is still hurt. She felt, not only her back, but her whole body aching. Her arms, legs, abdomen, head throbbing. But how could she be dead if she is in pain?
She felt, suddenly, a hand on her's. She realized then that she was not dead, but alive. Yes, alive, she could feel her heart beat, the air in and out of her lungs, could feel the touch on her hand, electronic devices that apparently were linked to her. Could smell the disinfectant of a hospital room and taste the drugs in her mouth. But could she see? Effie was afraid. Afraid to open her eyes and realize that she was still incarcerated and was taken to a hospital so she could recover and then restart the torture sessions.
Then she remembered her dream, in which Haymitch had appeared as an angel to rescue her. And as if he had lit a light in her mind, everything became clear. That touch ... she knew that touch on her hand, it was the same touch that comforted Effie when she saw her first Tributes die. The same touch that caressed her cheek and then kissed her. The same touch that touched her hair when she was in the cell ready to die. That was Haymitch's touch..
Encouraged by this time, the courage filled her lungs and then decided to open her eyes. But one thought occupied her mind. What if everything was a trick of the Capitol and she was another victim of Trakerjacker's venom? So Haymitch would never have been there to rescue her and she was still in custody of President Snow? That's when she heard his voice.
"Effie?"
Determined, she opened her eyes. But the light was too much for her eyes that were so accustomed to the darkness. Tried again. Her vision blurred at first, was coming into focus and then her blue eyes found the grey one's of Haymitch.
"Hay .. Haym ... mitch " She tried to speak, but because of the long time without speaking and the vocal cords damaged by the screams of torture, her voice was weak.
"Shhh, Princess, don't force your terrible voice" he joked with a smile on his lips. Effie looked around herself. It was a hospital room, as suspected, but not luxurious as the Capitol. This was simple, just the bed where she lay, along with devices that were connected to her, a chair beside the bed, in which Haymitch was sitting and leaning over her, and a door that would be the bathroom. If she was not in the capital, where would be?
"Whe ... where am I? " Asked with her voice still hoarse and weak
"You're safe now, don't worry. We're far from the Capitol. "He said calm, passing his hand through Effie's fragible and pale blond hair. But still with a question look in her eyes, he sighed heavily and Haymitch only just added. "We are in District 13"
Well, here it is, chapter 3! Never thought that a story of mine could pass chap. 2 LOL
Thank you all so much for the reviews! And for the ones that asked, I'm from Brazil (I speak portuguese), I'm doing an English course, so that's why there's some grammar mistakes :(
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xoxo Barbara