Coriolanus sat by your bedside daily. Sometimes he read to you. Sometimes he sat in silence. But he never stopped keeping an eye on your condition. After finding you poisoned after coming back from Twelve, Coriolanus had not let you out of his sight. You were his younger sister after all, not even a teenager yet. He had been ten when his mother and yours had passed in childbirth during the Dark Days.

The days were long, but still he stayed. You were his responsibility. You always had been. The beeps of the hospital monitors were grating. He stood from his chair at your bedside. Coriolanus moved to the window, his azure gaze on the streets and scenery below. His golden hair was still growing back from when it had been shaved into a buzzcut during his time as a peacekeeper for being caught cheating to help Lucy Gray win the previous years games.

A soft sigh escaped him. He heard a sound from behind him and turned. You seemed to still be unconcious. It didn't surprise him. The poison used wasn't one the capitol had a test for just yet and that made him furious.