Welcome to the 15th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[There is hell to pay. You do not touch Katniss, even by accident, and get away with it.]

Filtered away from Daryl, First Gens, or people that would help them

This is Peeta. There's been an incident. A resident was severely injured. Katniss Everdeen was shot with a crossbow by Daryl. He was drunk and she surprised him. We need to do something. He could have killed her. This is unacceptable.

[He has to get away for a little bit. He steps out into the hall outside the clinic, desperate tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls out his journal.]

Filtered to Steve

Steve.

[He doesn't know what else to say.]

[He spends the rest of the day in the clinic, sitting by Katniss' side.] Katniss, are you comfortable?

[ooc: Action in the clinic is open to all! Peeta's a little obsessive with his filters, heh. Drama, drama, drama...]

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Peeta -> action

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss opens her eyes, blinking once when she sees Peeta there, before her lips curve into a huge smile.]

[She even forgets to try and hide it, before she nods her head and croaks.] Sore ... [She coughs, a little.] Thirsty. Water?

[peeta_bread]

Yeah, of course.

[He pours her a glass and holds it out for her, offering a gentle smile.]

[the_effect_she_has]

[She lifted herself up, wincing a little at her shoulder, as she took a long sip. Then she exhaled, before slumping back against the pillows.]

How long have I been asleep? [Read; how long have you been here not sleeping? Because they had both done this, more than once.]

[peeta_bread]

A few hours. Try to relax.

[He pulls her blanket up a little and smooths it out.]

[the_effect_she_has]

Have you met me?

[Her lips curve up, at the corners, before she lifts her hand ... and gently puts it over his. Almost scared that he'll pull away.]

You came.

[peeta_bread]

[He glances down at their hands in surprise, before looking up and smiling.]

Of course I did. I love you.

[He had been trying to keep the love confessions to a minimum, trying not to scare her away, but it slips out so naturally. He watches for her reaction.]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Grey eyes go wide with surprise, but then they get rather .. shiny. She will not cry. She has cried enough tears to fill rivers. She swallows hard, and doesn't let go of his hand.]

I thought ... I thought I lost you. Where I'm from.

[Her heart aches at the very thought of it.]

Losing you again would kill me.

Peeta

[valuedstrength]

[To say Steve doesn't approve of what happened would be an understatement. You don't pull a trigger unless you know what you are shooting. The fact anyone would keep a weapon in their hands while drinking is even more despicable to him. For now he keeps his commentary in check. Peeta will rightfully be angry and so he needs to be ready to calm him so he doesn't act on it.]

She's okay. That's the most important thing. [He exhales audibly. It turns his stomach thinking of the alternative.]

Can I come see you?

Steve

[peeta_bread]

I'm in the hall outside the clinic.

Peeta

[valuedstrength]

Stay there. I'll be with you before you know it. [Peeta will have a Steve jogging his way in a couple of minutes. He doesn't want to risk Peeta running off to do anything foolish on his watch.]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta's sitting on the floor in the hall. He wipes at his face hurriedly when he sees Steve coming. He leaves his journal on the floor, standing and walking over to him for a hug.]

[valuedstrength]

[Steve meets him half way and wraps his arms around him.] You want to talk about it?

[peeta_bread]

[He hugs him back tight. The second time he's gotten Steve's shirt wet.]

Some guy shot Katniss with a crossbow by accident.

[valuedstrength]

I heard. [He glances down at him.] I'm not going to have to stay close to make sure you don't return the favor, am I?

Clinic

[radiantwingedone]

'splains why smelled blood.

[ Duke's sort of barely awake over here. He sounds a bit scratchy as well as pretty plainly drugged up. Don't mind him. ]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta wanders over to Duke's side curiously.]

What happened to you?

[radiantwingedone]

m's'judged reaction of ... [ Duke frowns for a moment, because he's not making much sense to himself. He's not even going to bother attempting to pretend he could see the source of the voice. ]

Boom. Fell over. Sword. [ And he sorta aims his arm along one side of his ribs.

That is a totally clear explanation, isn't it. ]

[peeta_bread]

[He realizes he probably isn't quite himself. He pats Duke's arm.]

Can I get you anything? A glass of water or anything?

[radiantwingedone]

[ That would be the most accurate realization. ]

Water'd be nice....

[ Although he may be slipping toward sleep when Peeta is on his way back. ]

[peeta_bread]

[He doesn't want to stop him from sleeping if he's tired, but he has the water... Whispers:] Here's your water.

[He'll just wait and see if he stirs.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Vaguely confused blinking is Peeta's answer.

It takes him a moment, but Duke slowly starts shifting so he's at least partially up. ]

Thanks... [ ... Only how does he find the water. ]

Action

[save_the_souls]

[Allen of course was there, even if he missed the initial drama on the journal. Clinic was where he worked after all, and he did his part to help out with Katniss, at the very least checking up on her with rounds. Eventually he'll approach Peeta]

Peeta?

[peeta_bread]

[He's sitting by Katniss and looks up at Allen when he comes over.]

Allen, hey.

[save_the_souls]

[he'll smile very softly]

Hello..I came to check to see if you needed anything.

[peeta_bread]

No, not me. Maybe an extra pillow for Katniss, though? Hers is kind of flat.

[Yes he is overprotective and worried.]

[save_the_souls]

Ah...of course, I can get that.

[Though he's definitely eying you worryingly]

dictated;

[fantasies]

[This is a small child sounding distressed. HAVE FUN WITH THAT.]

But she's okay though, right? [He heard the commotion over the journal, and--] She's not....

forever~

[peeta_bread]

[Well crap, he forgot about small children.]

Don't worry. She's fine. She's in the clinic getting better.

[fantasies]

Okay. [There's a small sigh of relief on his end. There are good doctors, healers here, he knows that much.] That's good.

Is it okay if I visit? Not right now. Just... later.

[peeta_bread]

Yeah, of course. Are you friends with her?

[fantasies]

Yeah. Kind of. I just... [a beat] She helped me. I want to help her, too.

Peeta Mellark

[noblefive]

Location?

[Is there any doubt to who this is?]

Jorge

[peeta_bread]

In the clinic.

[Nope. Peeta's to the point, too, just wanting to see him.]

I'll meet you in the hall.

[Because he's worried all that armor would wake Katniss up.]

Peeta Mellark

[noblefive]

Roger that. On my way.

[And he'll be there in a few minutes. He's still quick, despite the armour.]

dictated | Filter

[not_like_the_rest]

Where are you? [Her voice is deadly serious.]

dictated | Filter

[peeta_bread]

Clinic.

(HUGS)

[not_like_the_rest]

I'll be there soon.

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[There's a sharp intake of breath.]

Peeta.

[Yes she already heard the commotion before, (most likely she's been pacing around her room waiting for an update on Kat's status) but having Peeta tell the news brings reality crashing down like a bag of bricks.]

Dictated

[peeta_bread]

Dairine. She's okay.

[Pause and a sigh.]

I'm so mad at that guy, I could rip him apart.

[atadiscoverer]

[There's a big pink-and-white creature wandering around, tidying things up, checking on patients, making sure everything's in order...

...And it's wearing a nurses cap. It comes up to Peeta and Katniss with a fresh jug of water, offering it to Peeta.]

Blissey.