I didn't expect to update so soon, but you guys loved this for some reason, the emails I got from this, the reviews, the favourites, the putting it on alert… it made my E-mail go slow! Enjoy Chapter two!

"Oh god…" Is all I manage to stutter out. The sight of a broken, blood covered, Effie Trinket was something I didn't expect to see during my time in District Thirteen. I expected her to be living it up in the Capitol, partying every night whilst countless people died of starvation, beatings and abandonment. Instead, it was the young woman in my lap close to death after been put through such treatment.

My reaction isn't clever. Not only does it make both Plutarch and Gale avert their gazes to a vulnerable Effie, it makes her whimper and shake, reminding me of a deer I one chased in the woods before I managed to get an arrow in it. I think all eyes are on her as she finally puts her head in her hands. Blood starts to flow from her wrists as she hides her face from us in embarrassment and fear, she doesn't want us here. I don't want her here either, so with a nod to Gale he comes over to my side and helps me lift her. She barely weighs a thing; I didn't need Gale to help me with the task. She was skinny back during the games but now she is on the brink of dying due to starvation. Her gaunt face reminds me all too well of those kids back home who turned to bones as food didn't enter their mouths. I don't want to think about how long she has been here and what she has been through.

My arm manages to snake around her back, but Gale has other ideas. Instead of carrying her between us he lifts her up and carries her from the room like my father used to carry Prim and me to bed. My Prep team, watching me eagerly ever since my arrival in the room, have finally realised who it is and with mouths open in shock, they are suddenly following Gale to the elevator. I shoot a glare at the guard, whose yellow teeth give me another sickening grin and I storm across to Gale. I take Effie's hand in mine. Cold and unforgiving her hands are like ice, and the temperature drop I experience from clenching my hand around hers shoots through me once more, but I refuse to let go.

"We didn't know Katniss…" Venia mutters to me and I nod. If they did, they would have told me. They may be superficial, glamorous and ignorant to what lies outside the capitol, what's really important, but they are not liars. They knew Effie, they would have told me. "I… We didn't…" She says again, trailing off pathetically. It's a sad sight. Capitol citizens, getting a taste of their own medicine. It isn't as appealing as I used to think it would be.

"I know" I say, trying to calm Venia and the others down. The three of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time, but thankfully I don't have to say anything else. We have arrived at the hospital. I ignore all other staff that are eager to see what we offer them and I head straight to my mother. Gale following me, trying not to make Effie move too much in the state she is in. I look back to check that Venia, Flavius and Octavia are following, they need seeing to as well. But they are standing back. I beckon for them to follow and they cautiously do.

Thankfully my mother is on the scene before I can get too worried. I trust only her with these four people. After what I have seen, I don't want anyone from Thirteen to go near any of them. She instructs Gale to lay Effie down on a bed and soon she is been cleaned up. The wounds only remind me of Gale's torment back before the Quell when he was whipped for turning up with a turkey to sell. I think he remembers too, as his disgust at all Capitol citizens is diminished for the time being. He grabs a cloth off a man strikingly familiar to the man with the whip and wipes down Effie's arm.

I turn to my mother once more and begin to push each of my prep team forward. None of them are in a state as bad as poor Effie, but each need attention. I pace around as she leads them to an examination room and seeing as I'm annoying myself, and probably everyone else in proximity to me, I head towards Effie and Gale. Thankful to see her wrists been applied with some sort of green goo and bandaged up. The blood is nearly all gone now.

"Who knew, she actually looks nice without the clownish gunk on her face" Gale says, stepping back. I can't help but glare at him, out of disbelief more than anything else. Effie, of all people, is lying on a bed, covered in deep cuts and black and blue bruises. I thought Gale would understand what she had been through. He had been submitted to it too after all. But instead he is commenting on her lack of makeup.

"Is that all you can think of?" I retort in a sharp whisper and he looks down on me with a steely expression. Apparently his kindness towards my escort in the games as been vaporised just as quickly as it formed. I just hope he isn't enjoying this whole turn of events.

"She'll be fine, so will your prep team" He says simply, before sitting down. I sigh, I know he's right. My team will be okay. Venia, Flavius and Octavia were all walking around and talking, and I'm sure Effie will be the same in a couple of weeks. I'm hoping she will, anyway. I know the scars will be there for a long time. I can only hope the physical scars don't last as long as the mental ones.

"But what if she isn't?" I say, my doubts tumbling from my mouth. For some reason, I am struggling to keep my fears to myself. I don't know why, usually I hold my tongue. Living in District Twelve drills that skill into you, but right now I'm too busy wishing for Effie to be okay to care about what I say, I need an answer to the question. I need to know even if it scares me…

"I don't know" Is all Gale can tell me, and it is the all too familiar feeling about tilting towards the unknown that makes my head drop to my hands. I feel Gale's hand on my back, roaming around in a circular fashion. It is then I jump up, I hear his hand hit the chair I was sat upon seconds ago with a lousy thud. I don't even turn around as I make a hasty exit from the hospital. I hear him shout my name, asking me where I am going. All I do is yell to him over my shoulder, telling him not to leave Effie's side. Then I'm gone.

I'm determined to find the one person here in Thirteen who I know will look after Effie - who can make her better despite everything she has been through. I step in the lift and hit the button so hard I'm surprised it doesn't smash. But I don't really care, it is going too slow. I need to find the man who may be able to stop the woman from becoming a shadow of her former self and just as the doors open to the floor I need, he is there. Charging into the elevator and looking just as shocked to see me as I am to see him.

"What do you want?" He asks, looking me up and down.

Haymitch never fails to get straight to the point.