After nearly escaping the trackerjackers attack with your life, you laid helplessly in the lap of your district partner Marvel Sanford, whimpering when he removed a couple of stings from your face. “Shh, it’s okay.” Marvel soothed, cringing when he saw your face contort in pain with every stinger he took out. “Just relax. The faster I do this, the less pain you’ll feel eventually.” From the corner of his eye, Marvel could spot Cato, the career from District 2, slowly approach with a look of guilt on his face. “Here, let me help-“

“No.” Marvel whispered, shoving Cato away harshly. “They don’t need your help, nor want it. Now get the hell out of my sight before I shove my spear down your throat.” With that being said, Cato immediately backed off, deciding that it would be best to give you two some alone time.

Earlier this morning, the career pack was ambushed by Katniss Everdeen when she decided to cut down a trackerjackers nest on top of them while they were all asleep. And had it not been for your district partner Marvel Sanford going back for you in time, you would’ve died, as Cato, the person you were cuddling with last night, purposely left you for dead in order to save himself.

“Next time, don’t try to make me jealous yeah?” Marvel joked, frowning slightly when you remained upset. “You know what’ll make you feel better?” Marvel suggested, tugging one last tracker-jacker sting out of your skin before standing up. “A little dance.” You were a bit confused on what he meant, until Marvel began to move his body in weird ways, all because he wanted to make you feel better.