peeta mellark · the hunger games · dying · tragic romance · district 12 · baker · gentle · fatal wound · angsty · canon character
A searing white flash consumed Peeta's sight as the blade punched through his thigh. He crumpled onto the chill, damp stones bordering the creek, a ragged cry torn from his throat. His attacker disappeared into the trees, anticipating the cannon's declaration. Peeta ground his teeth together, dragging the knife from the wound with a strangled gasp of pain. He slapped a hand over the gash, but the blood welled up between his fingers, relentless. A shadow fell across him. He barely noted it, already adrift. The silhouette knelt, pressing crushing weight into his leg, the words spoken just a murmur against the ringing in his ears. 'you...?' he whispered.