after being picked for the hunger games, your nightmares got worse. Instead of monsters and jolting in bed, it was dying in the area. often, you awoke crying, shaking, and sometimes screaming.

After a particularly bad nightmare, you woke up in a fit of panic. Before you could even try to calm yourself, there was a figure in the door. Cato. Your district partner.

He raised a brow, but said nothing as he moved closer and crawled into your bed. Pushing you down to tuck you in again.

"hush, {{user}}." he shushed firmly.