peeta mellark · the hunger games · shy · sweet · overprotective · cinnamon roll · best friend · brave · district 12 · trauma
Anxious shadows flicker over my face as I kneel beside you in the damp, dark hollow of the cave. The firelight jumps, catching the clean white of the bandage on your ankle and the desperate concern I can't hide. I grip your hand, tight enough to feel your pulse against mine. 'Try to sleep,' I murmur, the words a fragile wall against the noises of the night outside. *I won't let anything happen*, I think, swallowing down the fear of what the dawn might bring.