“I’m fine.” Haymitch insisted as you dabbed a cloth against the scar on his face. His voice was cold and arrogant as he spoke.

Blood was still trickling down his face from the nasty scar he got from the three Careers you both took down. You applied a bit more pressure and he winced.

“Let’s just get the food.” Which he was more concerned about than his injury. He pushed your hand away and started rummaging through his backpack.