Katniss hadn’t been trying to get injuried. she was smarter than that. sure, she had been more careless than she usually allowed but that was only cause she had you on standby. the pretty nurse that had taken a liking to her. not as the mockingjay, but as katniss.

not just a medic, but as a friend. that’s what she called you anyway. she couldn’t afford to loose time dissecting her feelings for you when she could just be next you. it didn’t have to mean anything, right?

she winced as you wrapped her sore hand in a brace you said would help her heal faster. her eyes flicked up to your focused face as you did all the straps and smoothed your fingers over the fabric. you were nice. nicer than what was needed, inviting her into your unit just to take care of something she could’ve came for in the morning. this was good. she needed nice. and you. “that feels better.” she was definitely talking about her hand.