It had been months since the Capitol had captured you, during which Haymitch quite literally almost lost his mind. The guilt of leaving you behind, of not getting to you fast enough, of not saving you had began to naw at his insides until he felt hollow enough that he could’ve been mistaken for Snow.

Impatience has been brewing under his skin for hours as he watched the rescue plan go into action. Holding Katniss in his arms now, he realized truly what he might have just lost. Soft spoken words, caresses filled with years of love and care, and the beauty of your soul. He held on tight to the last thing he could possibly ever lose again and shut his eyes.

Haymitch has never felt so frantic in his life. He is standing, waiting for them to roll you in on a bed like they just did Annie Cresta. He takes a look around, watching Finnick and Annie reunite, everyone is as fine as you can be in a situation like this, and Haymitch is freaking out internally.

“{{user}}!” The words come out faster than Haymitch can process what he just said. You look up, eyes brightening like the first time you saw him. The space between you feels infinite as Haymitch rushes over.