|Geese and How to Care for Them
Author: TheDodoBird PM
The 'sequel' to 'Miss Trinket and a Mr. Abernathy' - this is a series of one-shots about Haymitch and Effie's life after the events of that story as well those from 'Time and What's Left of It.' Will it lead to something else? Maybe!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Effie T. & Haymitch A. - Chapters: 64 - Words: 43,414 - Reviews: 296 - Favs: 78 - Follows: 110 - Updated: 12-23-12 - Published: 06-28-12 - id: 8263798
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Today start a very small series of one-shots that cover the time Rosie's in the hospital - they're short, quick insights into what's happening ... so ... fluff, really!
Effie brought a clean shirt into the bathroom for Haymitch.
"At least you saw the doctor," Effie said.
"I made it difficult for myself."
"I'm not arguing that." Effie reached over and flushed the toilet.
"I already -"
"Just in case. Here - change your shirt or you're going to make it worse."
Haymitch groaned and pushed his fevered body up from the cool tile. Withdrawal he could deal with, but withdrawal mixed with the flu - that was different. The doctor said it was likely his immune system was working overtime. The flu - or even just a cold - was practically inevitable now that it was winter.
"I thought Annie banned you from this sort of stuff."
"Annie's gone to drop off Finn with his grandmother so we can go to see Rosie. Just don't come too close. Put the dirty shirt in the basket."
"Oh - and …" Effie left the bathroom and came back a few seconds later. "Here."
Haymitch took the small stack of pictures from her - pictures of Rosie that Annie had taken on the days he'd been unable to see her.
"Told you she had your nose," Effie said. "Annie's already sent the pictures to Katniss and Peeta … and likely everyone else in her address book."
Both Haymitch and Effie were startled when they heard the front door.
"Better get outta here."
Effie gave him a smile. "I'll kiss Rosie for you."
"Good to see you healthy again, Mr. Abernathy," the healer said as Effie passed Rosie into Haymitch's arms. She had less wires attached to her now - the feeding tube was due to come out any day.
"I had two women fussing over me - I wanted to get better as quick as I could."
"Oh, you enjoyed it," Effie said.
"Sweetheart, you're just happy the smell of alcohol makes me sick now."
"Taste aversion - the flu timed itself very well." Effie reached over and took hold of Rosie's little hand. "And your life wasn't in danger, Haymitch, or I wouldn't joke."
"Mr. Abernathy, try to relax," the healer said, noticing Haymitch was once again as stiff as possible as he held his daughter.