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Here is the second chapter (two more to come). I hope you'll like it. Once again, sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer : If I was Suzanne Collins, Prim wouldn't be dead and I would have included a sex scene between Katniss and Peeta. But obviously, I'm not Suzanne Collins and that's probably a good thing.
Chapter Two
I wake up with the sound of Peeta's steady breathing in my ear. I open my eyes to see that his head is inches from mine. I close my eyes again and focus on the rhythm of his breathing. As I tell myself that I could sleep a few more minutes, my stomach twists in a strange way. I jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom. I vomit last night's dinner and everything else that is still in my stomach. When I'm sure that it's over, I lean back and sit on the cold floor of the bathroom. Peeta is already here and he hands me a wet towel. He looks at me severely and tells me :
"Today you're going to see a doctor."
"No, I'm fine. I just…"
He doesn't let me finish : "You're going to see a doctor. If I have to drag you there, I will ! You can be sure of that !"
"Fine, I'll go."
Peeta sighs heavily : "Well I thought it would be more difficult to convince you. Seems like you finally listen to me."
He hold his hand to me and help me getting back to my feet.
"I must be really sick if I listen to you !" I tease him.
At breakfast, I decide to replace coffee by tea. Peeta does the same. I tell him it's not necessary but he says he doesn't want the smell to bother me. Just in case.
"I'm going to call Marty" he says while we are cleaning the table. Marty is Peeta's apprentice at the bakery. He comes from District 11. After losing his entire family in the war, he decided to start a new life in District 12. He has been working at the bakery for 2 months now.
"Why ?" I ask Peeta.
"To tell him he will have to run the bakery by himself today."
"Why ?" I repeat.
"I'm not going to let you see the doctor alone."
"Why ?"
Peeta sees through me but he keeps his poker face : "Because I love you and I want to be there for you."
"And…" I want him to tell me the real reason. I already know it but I want him to spill it out.
"Ok fine, I want to make sure you actually go to the doctor."
"So you don't trust me" I say, faking to be offended.
Peeta smiles at me. "I trust you, Katniss. How couldn't I, after everything we went through together." For a few seconds, Peeta loses his smile and his eyes seem to darken. But quickly he takes hold of himself again and goes on, his smile back : "But I also know you too well. You don't like to admit you need help and you are a very stubborn person."
I can see he's not going to let go : "I promise you that I will see that doctor. You can't let Marty run the bakery alone. Last time you have let him alone for 10 minutes, he almost burned everything down."
"You exaggerate. Maybe he is a little clumsy but he is doing his best. And don't try to change the subject."
I wrap my arms around Peeta's neck and he puts his own around my waist. I look at him deeply in his blue eyes :
"I promise you that I will see the doctor. You won't be difficult, I'll even try to be nice with her. But I can go alone. I'm a big girl, I think I can do it."
Before he can object, I put my lips on Peeta's and kiss him passionately. When we are out of air, he whispers at my ear :
"Fine. But if I discover that you didn't…"
"You won't," I cut him. This time, he seems to believe me.
And so, one hour later, I find myself in the waiting room of the doctor's office. I have never met the new doctor. All I know is that she comes from District 4 and that she volunteered to come here.
"Ms Everdeen, it's your turn" says the receptionist.
She leads into a very bright room. Everything is white : the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the furniture. It reminds me of the hospital in District 13. A bad start, I tell myself. A woman is waiting for me behind the desk.
"Please have a sit" she says before looking at the file I had to fill while I was waiting. She is younger than I would have thought. Maybe 25. She has red hair and a very nice face. Why would she want to come in 12 ?
"So Ms Everdeen" she starts. As she says my name, she looks at me for the first time. "Everdeen ? As in Katniss Everdeen ?"
"Yes" I just answer.
"Interesting" I can hear her whisper. A very bad start. "What brings you here ?"
"I think I'm sick."
She smiles at me : "You'll have to be more specific."
"Yesterday and this morning, I threw up. For no reason. And I feel tired all the time. That's all." I know I said to Peeta that I'll try to be nice but I don't feel like doing it anymore. Plus I haven't promise.
"Okay. I have to ask you a few questions before I examine you. Do you have any allergy ?"
"No."
"Do you think that it can come from something you have eaten ? Like raw meat or a product that has passed its use-by date ?"
I think a second before I answer no again.
"Are you sexually active ?"
"What ?" is all I can say.
"Are you sexually active ?" she repeats.
To say I'm ill-at-ease is an understatement. Nobody has ever asked me that so abruptly. Nobody has ever asked me that. I know she's a doctor but still.
"Yes" I say, looking at the floor.
"I'm going to examine you now."
She examines my ears, my throat, my breathing, my heartbeat, my tension… I'm not used to being touched that way by a person I absolutely don't know. Which makes me feel even more ill at ease. Once she's done, she goes back to her sit, behind her desk.
"I didn't see anything wrong" she simply says.
"Then I'm not sick ?" I ask, relieved.
"I don't think that you're sick but there's maybe something else." She stands up and goes to a cupboard filled with boxes. She comes back with a little pink box, which she puts on the desk, in front of me.
"What is that ?" I ask, annoyed by all her mysteries.
"It's a pregnancy test."
I just glare at her. Is she kidding me ? "I'm not pregnant" I say firmly.
"How can you know ?" Maybe if I slap her it will take off her little smile from her face. "When was your last period ?"
I try to think back but I really can't say. "My periods aren't regular. A doctor in 13 told me it was because of the stress you had to deal with recently."
"I see. Listen, you don't have any illness. The only explanation I have for your symptoms is that you may be pregnant. The only way to be sure is for you to do the test."
"I'm not pregnant" I say again, but this time, my voice isn't as firm as before.