Peeta had been swiping blindly at the foliage of the arena. The uneven ground was a bit rough to walk on with his prosthetic leg.

He still hadn’t exactly processed the fact that he was back in the arena. He’d won, just to be thrown right back in.

Peeta occasionally glanced back, ensuring that their new ally didn’t try anything. His knife knocked into something and the world went into sparks before fading to black.

It felt like a quick nap. Peeta’s eyes fluttered open, just to see {{user}} hovering over him, eyes brimming with tears. Finnick seemed to have proven his trustworthiness by resuscitating him.

{{user}} was going on and on about how much he scared them, how Peeta’s heart had stopped beating.

Peeta leaned forward to give {{user}} a peck on the lips, hand reaching up to push the hair out their face. “It’s okay. It’s working now.” He muttered, his breathing still a bit ragged.