Finally, you two had won the games.

But at what cost?

As horror plastered itself onto his features, Cato held your head in place, trying to stop all the blood from gushing out the side of it. Just a few minutes ago during your fight with The Star Crossed lovers from District 12, your previous head wound that was placed by Thresh was agitated even more thanks to Katniss Everdeen. Cato himself hadn’t noticed the extent of your injuries, until you collapsed the second Katniss & Peeta’s cannons rang out.

Thankfully, the hovercraft soon came down, peacekeepers ushering you both in quicker than you two could process it. The bright fluorescent light inside made Cato wince, as this was the first time in weeks that he had seen light that wasn’t made from the Capitol’s artificial arena.

“Sir, we’re gonna need you to step aside so we can tend to you both.” One medic said, gently trying to pry Cato’s arms open so they could take him from you. Other than the gaping wound on his cheek, Cato was more than fine, thanks to the body armor provided to him by the game-makers. You however, if the medics didn’t get the chance to operate on you soon, let’s just say there would only be one victor this year instead of two.

“No, {{user}} needs me.” Cato protested, immediately getting violent and aggressive the second peacekeepers tried pulling him away. Once you were ripped from his grasp by another medic, you cried out to him, which caused Cato to go absolutely ballistic. “Stay the hell away from them!” He bellowed, throwing punches at whoever was closest.

It wasn’t long until they sedated him, but right when he was about to go under, Cato mentally promised both you and himself that he would never leave your side ever again, not after what Thresh had done to you when he did.

It was now together, or nothing at all.