The same day (Willow = 3 weeks old)

The Doctor who is in charge of Effie came out to us after Haymitch had finished telling us what happened to Effie, he told Haymitch that he could go back to see Effie when they had finished cleaning everything up and Effie had come back to full consciousness. Peeta and I settle Haymitch into a seat where after much persuasion he falls asleep under the promise that we will wake him up as soon as we get any news from the Doctor. Peeta then settles me back into his arms on the chair where we lie in silence, still in absolute shock of the situation. It is so hard to imagine what if feels like to carry a baby for over 7 months to be all prepared for the baby and to have the nursery all ready and then to have it ripped away from you just like that. Poor Effie, I have no idea how she is going to cope with this.

After about an hour the Doctor comes over to Peeta and I and tells us that Effie is conscious again and that Haymitch, Peeta and myself can go visit her now if he wants to. Peeta walks over to Haymitch and shakes his shoulder briskly until he wakes up and without needing any explanation he runs to the door and goes straight into Effie's room. Peeta and I follow behind him and walk into the hospital room. The first thing I see is Effie tucked up in a big clean white bed, but she doesn't look like Effie. The woman in this bed is not my former escort, she is a shadow of her, there are deep black bags underneath her eyes and her hair is messed up, tangled and knotted, but the most different feature of all is the deep sadness plastered on her face. Effie is known for her happy glow that surrounds her, but there is no glow, there is only sadness.

Haymitch rushes straight over to the bed and pulls Effie into his arms letting her sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. Peeta and I stand concealed in the corner so as not to intrude on this moment. Effie shudders uncontrollably into Haymitch while he rubs her back soothingly kissing her on her forehead. After a few minutes of sitting there I can't take it any longer and I walk over to Effie's bed and put my arm around her. Effie turns to me, with her puffy red face from crying, and falls into my shoulder. "Oh Effie… I…I'm…I'm so sorry!" I whisper into her ear as she continues to cry silently. Peeta walks over to Haymitch and rests his hand on his shoulder and we all sit there together in silence.

THE NEXT DAY:

I wake up to the sound of Willow's crying as she cries for attention from Peeta and I. After being woken up only two times in the night I was happy to get up early for her this morning, also seeing as Effie just lost her baby Peeta and I are extremely keen to spend every waking moment with our precious little Willow. I walk into her nursery and pick up Willow, rocking her gently in my arms. I sing her my "Deep in the meadow…" song in an attempt to settle her down. She lies contently in my arms gazing up at me with her bright blue eyes. I feel arms wrap around my waist and Peeta's chin rest on my shoulder. He lightly grazes his pinky against one of Willow's tiny little hands and we stay there for a few minutes.

"Peeta, can you please check on the formula?" I yell from the living room where I am changing Willow on her big play rug, (courtesy of my mother.) I hear the door of the microwave open and close and I turn back to little Willow squirming below me on the floor. "Willow, keep still I have to put your pants on, yes I do… yes I do…. oh yes I do!" I coo at her trying to put her pants around her squirming little legs. Peeta and I have found that trying to get Willow changed is extremely tough and only possible if she is in the right the mood, which it turns out today is not going to happen! Just as I hear the door of the microwave open for the second time the door opens and Haymitch walks inside. I give him a smile and he grimaces weakly in return, taking a seat on the couch. Peeta walks in the room and sits down beside Haymitch on the couch and hands me the warm formula. I hold the formula and pick up Willow in one arm and try to feed her, however today is one of those days where obviously nothing is going to get done. After several attempts of trying to feed Willow I give up and place the bottle back down on the floor. Haymitch smiles at Willow and says "you wanna give me a try at that sweetheart?" I nod and carefully hand Willow over to Haymitch where she lies contently in his arms, I then hand over the bottle full of formula to Haymitch and as he tries to give it to her she immediately latches on. "Don't know why this little firefly likes me so much, I'm just an old grandpa!" He says looking down at her. "Well maybe she likes you for exactly that reason!" Peeta smiles as he plays with one of her little pink feet. Haymitch just nods in agreement still gazing down at Willow.

"Hey Haymitch, how's… how's Effie doing?" I ask as Willow is handed back to me and I attempt to get some clothes on a struggling baby, which is definitely not the easiest thing to do. "She's doing…well… I mean she's doing… well… she is ok" Haymitch sighs as he gazes out the window towards his house, "she is sleeping at least. The Doctor says that she needs plenty of rest." Peeta and I look at each other with a deep understanding between us. "And how are you Haymitch?" Peeta asks patting Haymitch on the shoulder and making him jump a little from shock. "I'm fine, you kids don't need to worry about me," Haymitch sighs sadly. "Well Haymitch, you know that we are always here for the both of you whenever you need us" I say and before I know it I have walked over and enclose Haymitch in a hug and before I begin to pull away hurriedly I feel his arms close around me.

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