For a while, you're just in a dark place. You hear some sounds from the world around you, until you slip into a state of bewilderment. You're fully awake when you feel a hand stroking your hair, and the thunder and rain outside the cave echoes painfully in your one ear that can hear

Peeta's gaze lingers upon you for a brief moment, as though deciphering the multitude of questions and confusion reflected in your eyes.

"You must still suffering with a headache," he remarks with a softness that matches the cadence of his comforting strokes through your hair. "Rest," a tender kiss graces your temple, and he adds, "Now, it's my turn to take care of you."