Sixth Drink

[wastheexample]

[Given all the things that have happened to Peeta in the last week, it's not been a fun time for Haymitch. Somewhere between chugging the remaining booze in one night and arriving in the castle, he's ended up in the clinic. After all, he's only human and his liver tends to not like it when he punishes it to these extremes.

So he wakes up in a clinic bed, the journal beside him catching a quick rustle of bedcovers because Haymitch does not like waking up in places he has no idea how he ended up in]

Oh. Great. Still in this place.

[He sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, grimacing as his stomach protests at all this movement. He belatedly realises that his hand hurts. A lot]

...Did I punch a wall? [No...no wait. Fuzzy memory, coming back] ...Or maybe Daniel's face.

[He notices the journal, picking it up and flicking through it. He really should apologise to Daniel for the face thing]

He probably asked for it. [Or not] How long have I been out?

Comments

Dictated

[i_got_this]

[South chuckles. At least she wasn't the only one Getting In Trouble, it sounded like.] Poor Daniel, whoever he is.

[Except she doesn't sound he least bit sympathetic.]

[linguistical]

Did not. [ Oh, he is scowling from his room. Scowling up a storm. ]

Good morning Princess, enjoy your coma?

dictated

[accidentalrebellion]

[It hasn't been a fun time for Katniss either, to say the least. Enduring almost a week of one of your closest friends completely convinced you're going to kill them, that you're a mutt, will do that to you. But that didn't even begin to scratch the surface of it. There was that one moment with Peeta that kept playing over and over in her mind, haunting her waking thoughts and starting to take on an even more twisted turn in her nightmares. The one she couldn't understand, no matter how hard she tried...--

Thus, our resident Miss Everdeen has been sulking with a vengeance over the past few days, using the journal less and having less to do with anyone than she normally does.

Until now, that is. When this comes over the journal, this that's almost a... relief, in a weird way. Maybe she's so starved for something familiar, something normal, that even if it's Haymitch of all people, she'll take it.

It'll be a moment or two on her end while she processes what's actually being said ('out'... why doesn't this surprise her) before offering some semblance of a communication attempt. The first one she's offered in a fair number of days.]

Where are you? [... We can start with the basics.]

Haymitch

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh great. NOW the useless mentor decides to speak up. Brilliant.

Dairine scowls at her journal. Here she is, trying to keep HIS tribunes out of trouble, and when one of them goes on loss, the guy is nowhere to be found.]

Long enough. Where have you been?

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta had resigned himself to the fact that he had probably messed up their relationship, whatever it was, for good. But when he says things like he'd just arrived or woken up or something... maybe he hadn't seen his filter.

With a little spark of hope, he grabs up his journal.] Haymitch?

[periculis]

Welcome back to the Land of the Aware.