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Quickly, I own nothing from the Hunger Games, so on, so on, here's the new chapter!

CHAPTER 2 - PRIMROSE

"After the Revolution, readjusting to life in District 12 had been very difficult. Prior to her return, Prim had spent a few weeks in the Capitol's hospital due to the injuries she had sustained from the bombs that had been dropped in the Capitol. She had barely survived the explosion but they got to her just in time, her doctor had explained. He had also told her of the severity of her injuries; a lot of her skin had been burned, torn or melted away and there had been a lot of blood, a few broken ribs and a broken collar bone. Luckily, the explosion had thrown her back a good distance and her head hit the ground, giving her a mild concussion and causing her to instantly black out. She had felt no pain - or didn't remember any at least - and the entire ordeal was a blur. She had been under heavy sedation for three weeks to allow her body to recover painlessly afterward. Although she was happy for that, Prim wished she could have seen how they had taken care of her; the Capitol's medicine was highly advanced and she had hardly gotten to see its magnitude first hand.

She had examined her body carefully, amazed that she couldn't find a single scratch or scar on herself — not even the scar she had gotten on her left elbow when she was seven from a misplaced pair of scissors. It was amazing.

Rehabilitation took another three weeks; there was a lot the Capitol couldn't fix with their fancy medicine and machinery. Hazelle Hawthorne came by every day to visit and help out. It was nice to have a familiar face around and Prim liked the company, and occasionally her children would come as well.

Mrs Hawthorne had explained that Katniss was alive and well back in District 12 and that Peeta had been sent back only two weeks after. It would have been a month since then. When Prim asked about her mother, Hazelle explained that Mrs. Everdeen had been working in various Districts, providing medical assistance. Currently, she was in Seven but there was no word on when she would return. The news that her mother and her sister weren't there had saddened her a little, perhaps it was selfish of her to think so but it was how she had felt. But the Hawthornes had been there for her, seeing as they now intended on living in the Capitol, which had also saddened her a bit. They had always been like family to the Everdeens, the thought that they would no linger live in Twelve had been hard to process. However, it was nice to spend some time with them while she was there, even Gale had dropped by once or twice.

Her entire recovery had taken about a month and a half but they were finally ready to send her back home. Saying her goodbyes had been difficult, especially knowing that transportation between Districts would not be easy for at least a year. However, Prim took some comfort in knowing that she would be returning to her sister. She traveled by air rather than by train, as she had during the Revolution only a handful of times. They landed in a clearing not far off from the Victors' Village and Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch had been there to great her. It was an emotional reunion to say the least.

Despite being back home, nothing had been the same. The District was trying to clean up the ruins of every house and building destroyed by the bombs, and many people were unaccounted for - either dead, scattered or in other Districts.

For Katniss and Peeta, reintegration into a regular life had been proving to be difficult, and the same would be true for Primrose. The nightmares, the paranoia, the post-traumatic stress, the emotions, the idleness... Eventually they would learn to control and handle these together but it wouldn't be easy.

A few years had passed since then and life in District 12 - as in almost all other Districts - had greatly improved. Peeta and Katniss had helped to design and rebuild the bakery. Prim worked in it with them from time to time when she wasn't at the hospital the town had built, learning from doctors and training to become a proper nurse after she turned 18 in a few weeks. It wasn't as big or as fancy as the ones in the Capitol but it had everything Twelve needed and supplies were much easy to obtain.

On this particular afternoon, she was helping out at the bakery. Peeta was upstairs doing some paper work while she and her sister were cleaning up after a busy day of baking.

Arms deep into a sink full of dishes, Katniss frowned. "Seriously Prim, you need to remember to butter these trays." She gave the dish a few hard scrubs and paused to blow at a stray strand of hair that had fallen into her eyes.

Prim sighed as she passed a rag over the table. "I'm sorry, I thought I had." Before her sister could reply, the bell rang up front. "I got it." She smiled, grateful for the escape. She left the rag and dried her hands on her dark blue apron as she made her way through the door.

"Hi there! How can I-" She stopped dead in her tracks, the words halting in her tongue. Before her stood a boy her age with messy dark brown hair, light grey eyes, a toned, lean build, bronzed olive skin from being in the sun and who had to be at least a foot taller than her. He was undeniably handsome... and couldn't be who she thought he was. Could he?

"...Rory?" She tried, hoping to be right.

The boy stared at her, seemingly as surprised as she was for a moment, before he spoke in a deeper voice than she remembered. "Prim?"

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