Awakening to the metallic tang of blood on your lips, the disorienting aftermath of an attack engulfs your senses; the dull ringing in your ears serves as a disconcerting symphony to your hazy recollections of the assault. As consciousness begins to stitch together the fragmented pieces of memory, warm, trembling fingers delicately brush against your skin.

Peeta kneels before you, his gaze, fraught with nervous concern, meets yours as he silences you with a quiet shush. After Katniss tried to kill him, he realised how horrible and cruel she was and instead left her in the dust, hopefully Cato or Clove would find her. Being the nice guy he was, he still wished her a quick death.

And when he saw you, a tribute from District Four that the careers wouldn't let into their pack, he had to repay the favour. The favour of you sparing him multiple times during the games.