Katniss Everdeen (
littlecatnip) wrote2014-11-15 08:25 pm
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But he does as he's told, fingers curling around the bottom of his shirt and sliding it up to his chest to give her plenty of room. Peeta turns slightly to give her full access to the laceration, which begins in front but extends partially onto his sides near where his left kidney is. Right now, the wound is sloppily covered in bandages that are near bleeding through.
He watches her closely, smiling, finding some comfort in the memory of how awkward she is about sexuality. Johanna on the elevator, stripping out of her costume. Before her screams were his constant companion in the Capital.
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The moment of embarrassment is brief, however. As soon as she sees the bloody bandages and extent of his injury, she's quick to get to work. She's no where near as good at medicine as her sister or mother, but knows how to clean and dress a wound.
"What did you do? Get in a fight with a bear?" She's reminded of the story she told him about her having to fend off a chasing bear in the woods. If she weren't so concerned about how he got hurt, she would have smiled at the thought of him having a similar experience.
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Her question catches him off guard and his eyes snap open to look at her. He smiles again, though now with a tightness at its edges. "I was careless helping with the construction yesterday. It won't happen again."
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"Construction? What were you working on?" Katniss is unsure she buys the story. It might be something she has to grill Haymitch about later.
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"Katniss." The word is soft, gentle. Peeta's free hand moves to take hers for a second, willing her to look at him, but lets it go as quickly to hold his shirt again. "I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."
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"I'm not worried," she insists. The most obvious lie she's ever told him and she knows it. How is she supposed to stop worrying about him when it's partially her fault that he's like this? It should have been her trapped in the Capitol, not him. "I didn't think they'd clear you to work construction."
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"Thanks for the confidence." The words slip out because he forgets to focus. They're bitter, laced with disgust and resentment and a million other things he feels for her at any given moment and usually keeps under tighter control.
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"That's not what I meant. You've never done construction before and with everything that's happened..." She shakes her head slightly, eyes focused on her work. "Are they teaching you then?"
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"Are you almost done?" The words are strained. Peeta grips the hem of his shirt until his knuckles turn white as he turns to look at her again. He wants to kiss her. He wants to kill her. With any luck, he'll be able to settle for leaving without doing either.
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Wound cleaned, she gets a fresh bandage over it, fingers lingering over his side before she steps back. "Tell me if you need a fresh one."
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"I'll be fine." An echo of something he's already said. It's easier to repeat than to think of something new. But it seems unsatisfactory and the way she looks at him makes the tribute realize as much. Instead of focusing, he blurts out the first thing he can think of: "Prim is dead. Real or not real?"
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"Real," her voice is strained and the weight of that word is enough to bring her down. She's so tired. "She died in the raid on the Capitol."
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"You couldn't save her." It's not an accusation, but a fact. He states it as such. The hijacking is creeping back in.
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Peeta tilts his head and smiles. This time, it's cruel. "Why do you even try, Katniss, when you can't save anyone at all?"
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"Because I have to do something, Peeta! I didn't ask for any of this to happen to Prim, to me, to us." He should know that, he needs to know that and her voice has a layer of urgency to it. "I did everything I could."
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"It wasn't enough," he says quietly. Angry, but also hurt. The tribute smirks again, with less confidence. "Thanks for the bandage. I suppose when you can't fix anything, bandaging it is the next best option. Helping me because maybe one day I'll heal enough that you won't have to feel guilty anymore. I hope I don't. I hope I never do."
Not real. Peeta seems to catch that the words are lies as soon as they leave his mouth and awkward straightens in his posture. The renewed pain helps ground him again. "No. Why wouldn't you let me die? I should have died."
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"Peeta, I..." Here she pauses and takes a deep breath. "I wasn't going to let you die then and I'm not going to let you die now. I want to help you." Please.