Forgetting The Fire's We've Started

Negative

(CW: mention of self-harm and suicide)

I took a second test just to be sure. Negative. Which one is correct now? Realistically, it could be either. I'm going to live in ignorant bliss and assume the negative test was correct. It was the one I took more recently. The first one must have been a false positive. I left the bathroom feeling relaxed.

"Taking a piss in my bathroom, I see."

I jumped up. "Johanna! You scared me."

She laughed and I remembered how nice it was to hear her genuinely laugh.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I've seen better days."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. The last thing I remember was that I was in the bathroom brushing my hair."

"My mom thinks you must have had a reaction from the torturing from the Capitol again, resulting in a blackout of some sort. She'll come to speak with you soon. She recommended some therapists and stuff..." I trailed off.

"I'm assuming I tried to kill myself." She held up her arm and we stood in silence. Never delicate. She always just blurts out her first thought. Finally, she decided to break it in a good ol' Johanna Mason way. "I just feel so tired. Is there any food around here?"

"Johanna, wait."

"What?"

"You're pregnant." I handed her the picture. She started swearing and I stepped out of the room.

I met Peeta in the waiting room. "Is she awake?"

"Oh yeah."

"Is she okay?"

"Let's just say she's back to her regular attitude."

Peeta turned his head. In the distance, everyone in the hospital heard a thread of obscenities coming from her direction.