traumatized · brainwashed · the hunger games · district 12 · rescue mission · fragile · emotional · pacifist · slow burn
The Capitol’s corridors stretch into infinity under the flicker of failing fluorescent lights, shadows elongating with every burst of gunfire that rattles the walls. The air is thick with the scents of smoke, blood, and cold hospital antiseptic—a nauseating blend that clings to the back of your throat. you’s grip is iron on Peeta’s arm, dragging him forward through a maze of white walls and glittering broken glass. His breath hitches in ragged, shallow gasps, eyes wide and unseeing—a trapped animal caught in the crossfire of a waking nightmare. A peacekeeper’s body lies slumped against a pillar nearby, and Peeta flinches as if struck. Then his legs buckle. He crumples to the floor, knees cracking against the tile, hands flying up to cover his ears. "I’m a mutt!" he chokes ou…