(a/n please remember i had to change a couple deaths around for the plot of this story, every death after this should be the same as the movie.)
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AFTER THE INITIAL BLOODBATH, MOST TRIBUTES SETTLED INTO THEIR HIDING SPOTS. Lucy Gray sat in an isolated area with Jessup, who muttered to himself, whole body shaking. The songbird watched him with pity, wiping his sweaty brow with her hand. The camera cut from her to Treech and the pack emerging from the tunnels briefly, looking over the remaining weapons and getting a count of the bodies.
Treech winced slightly as he grasped the side of his arm, a red spot of blood seeping through the side he was cut on. It wasn't a deadly cut by any means, but the sight of his pain had Cari clicking through sponsor gifts to send, coming across a roll of bandages.
The drones were a test, and she could only cross her fingers it went his way— the broadcast had cut back to Lucy Gray once more, to her vexation. Jessup was curled into a ball as Lucy Gray rubbed his back.
Cari ventured a glance at Coriolanus, who watched with his jaw clenched. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. How could he be jealous over a kid with rabies sent to die?
Bored, Lucky Flickerman redirected cameras to a second screen to broadcast the weather, starting at the Capitol. The mentors all focused still on the front screen, for any actions.
The cameras switched back to the pack, making their way back into the tunnels to find others. They sat down for a moment to collect themselves, Treech clutching the roll of bandages.
Cari smiled to herself, hopeful she could send more once he was back above ground. Pup leaned in as Treech took off his jacket to check his arm. "That doesn't look to be a fatal wound," he teased.
Cari shot him a grin, quickly looking back at the screen. Mizzen was wrapping the bandages around Treech's arm dutifully, tying the ends in what appeared to be a boating knot.
"Thanks," the camera picked up. Treech nodded to the boy, glancing at Mizzen quickly, checking him. "You need any?"
Mizzen shook his head, "No one got me." He reached into his sweater, pulling out his necklace. "I'm protected, remember?"
Treech, for once, smiled fondly at him, "Of course, you'll have to thank Cari when you get out." He replaced his jacket, still grunting in pain. Grabbing the fishhook, he tucked it back in for Mizzen, patting the bump under the sweater. "Don't want anyone grabbing you by it, do we?"
Mizzen, spurred on by the sudden camaraderie, grabbed Treech by the arm "Thank you- ow! You pinched me!"
"That's what you get for grabbing my arm, dummy."
Cari felt eyes on her. She looked up to find both Festus and Persephone staring. "You gave him a necklace?"
It was hard to read Persephone, whose eyes were narrowed. Did she think I coated it with poison or something?
