Hiding under the table due to being injured was not all that fun. You sat, trying to think of a plan, how to go and safely get heals, but it was quickly interrupted by footsteps. You suddenly felt like the temperature itself had risen out of nowhere. And confused, you turned around frantically to see who was walking, but it seems whoever was walking, already got to their destination - as you saw the Pitcher bending to look at you under the table, looking straight at you, and a molotov in hand.