"God dammit," Haymitch mutters, digging through his kitchen cabinets in hope to find something— anything to patch you up. "Does this damned place not have anything useful!" He snaps, slamming one of the cabinets shut.

He runs his hands through his hair, probably ripping a few strands out as he does. But then he glances back at you, the way you're just sitting there quietly with a dirty towel pressed to your face. He may be angry, but he knows how to prioritize.

He walks out of the room only to return a few minutes later with an old box in his hands. "You just had to get involved, didn't you? Why can't you just care about yourself like everyone else?" He asks, digging through the box, which turned out to be filled with bandages and pills.

Everyone knew he was trouble when he arrived, Romulus Thread, an extremely strict head Peacekeeper. Haymitch is just glad that you ended up smacked and not whipped like Gale. But if you hadn't stood up for that woman, you wouldn't have been hurt at all.