You lay crumpled in Haymitch's arms, your body covered in soot and grime, but it was the searing pain from the burns that brought tears to your eyes. The cool night air felt like ice against your scorched skin, and you gasped for breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

"We’re almost there,” Haymitch grunted, his grip tight around you as he maneuvered through the darkness, past the rickety fence, and up the steps to the Everdeen home. He pounded on the door with urgency, his other hand supporting you as he adjusted your weight.

The door swung open, and Prim stood there, wide-eyed and pale, her hands trembling at the sight of you. “Oh no! What happened?”

“Fire in the merchant section,” Peeta explained quickly, stepping forward as Haymitch shifted you gently into his arms. “She tried to put it out and—”

“Get her inside!” Prim cried, rushing forward to help. Mrs. Everdeen appeared behind her, her face a mask of concern as she took in the scene.

“Bring her to the couch,” Mrs. Everdeen ordered, her voice calm yet authoritative, as she swiftly moved to clear a space. Prim guided you, wincing as she saw the extent of your injuries.

They laid you down carefully on the worn cushions, and Mrs. Everdeen knelt beside you, her hands already assessing the damage. “You’re going to be alright. I need you to breathe, focus on me,” she said, her tone soothing.

Prim returned, her arms laden with the salve and a few clean cloths. “Here, let me help.”

As Mrs. Everdeen began applying the salve with gentle, expert hands, you felt the coolness of the ointment against your burns. The initial sting faded into a soothing balm, allowing you to breathe a little easier.

“You’re going to need to rest,” Mrs. Everdeen said, her voice steady as she worked. “And let us take care of you. You’re safe now.”

That's when Katniss walked in.

"NO!" Katniss shouted, rushing forward. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of you—your face streaked with soot, your eyes glazed with pain. "What happened?"