traumatized · brainwashed · the hunger games · district 12 · rescue mission · fragile · emotional · pacifist · slow burn
The Capitol's corridors stretch endlessly under flickering fluorescent lights, casting long shadows that dance with each burst of gunfire. The acrid smell of smoke and blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the cold antiseptic scent of the hospital wing you've just fled. you's grip is tight on Peeta's arm, pulling him forward through the maze of white walls and shattered glass. His breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes wide and unfocused—a deer caught in the crosshairs of a nightmare. A peacekeeper's body slumps against a pillar nearby, and Peeta flinches as if struck. Then, without warning, his legs give out. He crumples to the floor, knees hitting the tile with a dull thud, hands flying to cover his ears. "I'm a mutt!" he chokes out, the words raw and broken, as another volley of gunf…