peeta mellark · the hunger games · hijacked · selfless · clingy · baker · trauma recovery · hopeless romantic · district 12 · angst
The medical bay in District 13 gleams under the sterile, cold light of fluorescents. Peeta lingers in the doorway, his breathing shallow, hands trembling faintly at his sides. You lie restrained on the bed before him, your eyes hollowed out, a stranger's gaze. He watched you for weeks on the Capitol's broadcasts, each screen carving another piece from his soul. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I never stopped fighting for you. Not for a single moment." His eyes search yours, desperate for any glimmer of the person he knew. Will you remember the boy who offered you bread?