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dauntlessmutiny

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick.”

 After Nova walked off stage, ever thing seemed to move at hyper speed. Her hand went to grip the thin, sheer fabric of her dress as she moved to sit down on the stairs backstage. It all seemed to happen so fast. The engagement. The interview. Her life was spiraling down into a big mess, giving Nova a hellish migraine. The world was spinning, even while sitting down. She tried to listen to what Thorn was saying but, she was concentrating so hard on not getting sick all over the backstage area. She could have blamed it on her pregnancy but, she wasn’t in the mood for lying anymore – she wasn’t okay and she didn’t want to pretend that she was happy. Not when she was truly in pain.

 Leaning back on her palms, Nova took in a deep breath, allowing herself to unwind after the stress of being on stage. She could still hear the cheers of the audience even after the show ended and it made her heart ache – shatter into pieces like it was made of glass. Even with the crowd, she picked up bits and pieces of what Thorn was saying and she could tell that he meant every word he said, which was a sigh of relief.

 “I don’t hate you, Thorn. I never could. I love you more than I love myself at times. I just feel like this is just because I’m pregnant and your father can’t have a Ravenscroft born out of wed-lock.” Nova muttered, glancing down at her knees as she brought them to her chest. “I just feel like that should have been private. I don’t care if you were distracting them from what I said but, I could have did that myself. God, I’m able to act on my own, Thorn. You know that. I don’t need a knight in shining armor every time I’m in danger. I can take care of myself but god, is my life a mess right now.”

Nova wasn’t going to lie to herself – She had a lot to figure out once she returned to her new home in District One. She would have to prepare for a child, a marriage, and whatever Capitol segments they wanted her to do. All at once, she was also trying to heal. How could she become a good mother when she couldn’t take care of herself or control the words flying out of her mouth? While in her train of thought, the sound of slow clapping became audible. Turning her head around to the source of the noise, she noticed a man in his late twenties, maybe, with dark hair, light tan skin. He was dressed in Capitol garb and a smirk was plastered on his lips – and his voice dripped of sarcasm.

The smell of chemicals filled the air, itching at Lily's nose. She brushed her fingertips against her nostrils to deteriorate their entry. Hospitals. At this point in her life they made her feel sick, ironically so. She stepped inside, slightly hobbling, still getting used to the strange placement of muscle meeting bone within her ankle. It was healing, but according to Kate it may or may not have been healing properly. She had left the apartment early that morning for an initial check up with said doctor, but today, she figured she'd make for duel purposes. Taking a deep breath she stepped towards the front desk, actually wondering if she could visit him, what time was visiting hours? 

Clearing her throat to catch the attention of the not-so-attentive front desk reception she arched an eyebrow as a slightly hostile blonde nurse shot her a glare. Lily furrowed her brow and folded her arms. 

"Can I help you?" The nurse inquired. 

"I don't know, can you?" Lily challenged in her perfect-snootily manner. "I am here to see Tony Rosario." The nurse raised her brows and pouted her lips as if truly thinking of some crude come back. "Look, I don't have time to stand here, in fact it hurts my ankle, and unless you want me to sue the hospital for…lack of compassion and proper care or…something, just spare me the details and tell me whether or not I can see him." It was a simple task in Lily's brain, of course most things were. For her, half the things in life were like a band aid. Quick and painful…or…painless depending on the particular occasion. This one however was being far too drawn out thanks to color-me-hair-kit blondie. Lily raised her brows awaiting her answer. She seemed dumbfounded. Then, suddenly the blonde nurse laughed, she laughed and shook her head and sighed. "Visiting hours are not until later but…" She looked Lily up and down and rolled her eyes. "Down the hall, fifth door on the right. Don't be too long." Lily wasn't sure if it was her wit or lack there of that had charmed the nurse, but she didn't care. She had received the information she desired. 

Strolling along as best she could she finally came to Tony's room. Fifth door on the right…Taking in yet another deepened exhalation of breath Lily closed her eyes, then pushed the door open. Swallowing hard she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She wasn't sure what she would say. She wasn't sure what she would do. She was just happy she was there, making the time for an old friend who had once made the time for her.