The sun was setting behind the dense trees of District 12, casting long shadows as Peeta and Haymitch hurried through the winding dirt paths, struggling to carry you between them. Your vision blurred, pain radiating through your body with each jolt. Every bump against the ground sent a fresh wave of agony coursing through you, but the worst was the feeling of helplessness.

When they finally reached the Everdeen house, it felt like a sanctuary amidst the chaos. The small, modest home appeared warm and inviting, with light spilling from the windows. Peeta kicked the door open, calling out, “Mrs. Everdeen! Prim! We need help!”

Inside, Mrs. Everdeen rushed into the room, her expression shifting from surprise to horror at the sight before her. “What happened?” she exclaimed, taking in the bloodied mess you had become.

Prim, quick and calm, joined her mother.

“Let’s get her inside,” She said, moving with purpose. They gently eased you onto a small cot, where the comforting smell of herbs and antiseptic filled the air.

As Mrs. Everdeen and Prim began to clean your wounds, you could feel the cool touch of their hands, their tenderness a stark contrast to the brutality you had just experienced. Each brush against your skin was accompanied by a sharp sting, but you held back your cries, focusing on Peeta’s comforting gaze.

The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the faint scent of herbs as Peeta, Haymitch, and the Everdeens worked to tend to your injuries. Just as Prim finished bandaging your arm, the door swung open, and Katniss stepped in, her silhouette framed by the fading light of day.

Her sharp, grey eyes widened in shock as they landed on you, bloodied and bruised on the cot.

"What happened?" She demanded, her voice steady yet laced with an urgency that made your heart race.