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Chapter 2
The doctor wanted to make a check up, before the preparation. I really hoping they don't find something wrong with me. I don't want to go back there. I have to be the Mockingjay. I need to keep my part in the arrangement and it's probably all really care about right now.
I get the later breakfast period on my schedule. Oh look my appointment is on there! Ugh. I walk to the hospital ward and find the room with number on my schedule. I guess I just go in. I wait in a room and sit on the table. A doctor comes in. Doctor Odessa. She has brown hair in a pixie cut, and her eyes are grey. She doesn't look that old. She's much younger than my mother. I wonder what's so different between my mother's apothecary and this doctor's occupation? My mother is considered to most doctors here, almost like a nurse.
"Morning Katinss, how have you been feeling?" She asks. She seems friendlier and more cheery than most of the doctors here.
"I'm great." I say coolly. Mind over matter, I think to myself. Yup, I'm fine.
"That's good to hear. I'll just take your weight, blood pressure, then we'll do a blood test, okay? So if you please." She gestures to the scale. After I get my weighting she checks my blood pressure. The band squeezes my arm, and though she tells me not to move, I do, and it starts over again. I want to get out of here already.
She puts information into a computer. She gets things from a little bin on a counter and then sits on a stool in front of me. She wipes my arm with alcohol and takes a needle.
"This will only hurt a little." She says. Her voice is kind, but it seems she acts as if I'm a child. Maybe that's just how she talks to patients. I still think she wants to stick it in my arm, payback for taking longer for the blood pressure. No, I'm just making up thoughts. Then she does and I tense up a little. It's a natural reaction for sticking a needle in your arm. "Relax." She says calmly.
When she's taken enough blood, she goes out of the room. A few minutes later she comes back with a paper on her clipboard. That was fast. I guess she nods at the regularities, because she is bobbing her head, but she stops, and her face changes into some kind of confusion. Oh jeeze, something is wrong. Maybe it's not a big deal. She sits down on a stool in front of me. My presumption is wrong.
"Katniss, in your blood there is traces of the hormone, human chorionic gonadotropin." She says, looking at me concernedly. I wait for her to explain what that means. "It means you're pregnant."
"Wha-?" I'm pregnant? Before I go insane, I think in my head: My name is Katniss Everdeen, I survived the Hunger Games, I'm in District 13 and I'm going to be the Mockingjay. I'm also pregnant.
"How did this happen?" I mutter. What a stupid question.
"I think you know, Katniss." She says.
Flashback.
We had the day off. It was the day before the interviews. We ordered a bunch of food and went to the garden on the roof. My head was in Peeta's lap while he practiced tying knots in my hair. I felt his hands go to still..
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live it forever." He says. I usually feel guilty when he says things like that. Why am I not in love him like he is in love with me? Or do I love him? He's been there for me. We know what each other is dealing with. He gives me this kind of special comfort, kind of strength. Maybe I do love him. I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future that I'll never have, so I let the word slip out.
"Okay."
"You'll allow it?" he asks. He's smiling
"I'll allow it." I say. I feel comfy and happy, even though the Games were just less than 2 days away. I doze off, but Peeta makes sure to wake me for the sunset. Orange, red, yellow, pink. The way the clouds were colored, made me think of Peeta painting them. We stay on the roof till we have to go to bed. We quietly slip down to my room without encountering anyone.
He lays beside me holding me like he usually does. The warmth and comfort envelops me. I turn to face him. He opens his eyes and looks lovingly at me, his eyes lightening the feelings. I kiss him. I get the warming sensation, the one that I got when we were in the cave. He kisses me more deeply, and then he stops.
"Katniss, I… don't want to impose you to…" He looks sincere. He's always thinking of me.
"No, this isn't compelled." I say softly. He looks uncertain and as if he's restraining himself. He cares for me. I kiss him and he doesn't object. His hands are going up my side. My hand is in his hair. Getting it all tousled. Then it just happened. And there was no regret. I just felt happy.
I remember what Peeta said that night; "I love you." Then I whispered it very softly,
"I love you too." He probably didn't hear me, but now I wish he had.
I strangely didn't have nightmares. I just remember we were both awake, way before we had to be up. When I woke up, Peeta was sitting at the end of the bed, in his sleeping clothes, facing away. It seems he's thinking. I shift and he turns around and smiles.
"Good morning," he says lovingly. I smile, but I recalled last night, and feel the color rush to me cheeks. He smiles at me again and tosses my sleeping stuff to me and faces away, thinking. I dress and then we both just lay in bed, him holding me, waiting for the dreaded day to begin.
The sight of Peeta and me together, made Octavia burst into tears. Peeta went to his room for prep. Flavius and Venia, I could tell, they were trying to keep themselves from tearing up. I was good as dead in a few hours. Then there was the interview. I had no idea of Peeta's plan. Probably what he was thinking about. It was surprising, but it got some of the Capitol people to have a second glance of how evil and unmoral the Games were.
"Katniss?" Dr. Odessa waits for me to come back from my thoughts. What was I doing again? Oh yeah. I just found out I'm pregnant. "Katniss, who is the father?" she asks still in a soft concerned voice. I don't have to tell her, but who else would I tell?
"Peeta," I say. She looks at her clipboard. "Oh, I see." She says sympathetically, but I don't need it. I've been getting a whole lot of that. "We need to get you on special vitamins and supplements. I'm guessing you're a month to 2 months pregnant, and you have not been taking any precautions. Did you notice you missed your period?"
"Uh, not really, I've been preoccupied." Peeta being captured, District 12 blowing up, my saneness slipping away, I've been going through a lot this past month. Well it explains the nausea, the weird irritation I got so easily from talking to Gale, the reason I'm hungry all the time, when the meals are specialized.
"You have to be precautious when training, I'll send a note myself to-" I try to listen, but I just realized… I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with Peeta's child. Peeta, who is in the Capitol, who's probably being tortured right now. Will I even see him again? Then I freak myself out with the thought: there's something growing inside me. It's really weird to think about it. How can I take care of somebody, when I'm barely succeeding in taking care of myself? I'm mentally disoriented. I can't have baby. Not now. I didn't plan on it ever. What about the Mockingjay business? What can I do?
"Wait! They can't know." I say. "I made an agreement on being the Mockingjay. If they find out I'm pregnant, and if I can't go to the districts, they'll cancel my requests and that means the surviving tributes are screwed."
"Katniss, they need to know."
"They can't."
"Fertility here is taken very seriously. Expecting women are given special benefits, to make sure they have a safe and healthy pregnancy."
"I know. District 13 isn't very populous, is it? That's why District 12 was gladly accepted." I'm sure that's part of the reason. Dr. Odessa ignores my remark, but it's true. District 13 had a plague which wiped out a lot of their population. The bad outbreak left most of the survivors with some of the after affects like limping. Not a lot people were having kids either. There's not a whole lot kids here, except the ones who survived from District 12.
"I'm sending a letter to President Coin. She'll decide what you will, and not be doing. I'm sure you can still attribute your image as the Mockingjay some other way, than going straight into a battle."
Dr. Odessa, isn't growing on me anymore. She's getting on my nerves, but maybe it's the stupid hormones. "We'll make another appointment for an ultrasound in the fertility ward." We both stand up and I'm heading for the door. "Kantiss," I turn to look at her. "Take care of yourself." She says then she starts dialing a call on the phone. I give a small nod and head to the dining hall for breakfast.
The flashback was pretty long for a flashback, but it works like that I guess. It's my final day of vacation, but I'll try to be uploading regularly. So I'm trying not to bother you with asking for reviews, but I guess I kind of am by saying that... thanks for reading!