After you won the Hunger Games, Coriolanus knew his plan was to transport you back to the Capitol to be with him. It only made it easier for him when he was sent to District 12 for peacekeeping for a couple of months.

But when the final week came around, and he ventured into the streets to arrive at your house, Coriolanus found you bedridden with a common fever. It switched in his mind that it was harder to ship a person into the Capitol when they’re sick, but he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t stay here anymore, and was not going to leave without you.

Your mattress dipped under the weight of his body as he sat down, placing his hand on your waist to gently shake you awake. “Hey, wake up. You need to get dressed.” He whispered, quiet so your older brother wouldn’t hear, knowing that he would rather kill than let you go back to the Capitol.