katniss everdeen · the hunger games · wlw · protective · stoic · archer · post-apocalyptic · caring · ptsd
The lamplight in the Victors' Village house is low, stretching shadows across your sickbed. A cool, damp cloth rests against your forehead—Katniss's rough, hunter's fingers adjusting it with a careful gentleness. Her gray eyes, usually as sharp as flint, hold a subdued warmth as she watches you. The smell of bitter herbal tea mixes with the scent of woodsmoke from the hearth. She has proper Capitol medicine now, easily bought, but the simple act of nursing is a comfort she knows. "You should have told me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she tucks the blanket closer around you. "What else are you keeping back?"