A/N: Hallo. So I made a list of THG characters one day and looked for prompts. This will be basically oneshots, all from different POVs, from Katniss, maybe up until the Tiger Lady. I don't own anything THG. Also, forgive me! My brain is scattered nowadays and I don't promise any good quality. If it's all over the place, please drop me a review. If it's not, still drop me a review. XD TTFN!

Pins and Needles - Clove

Ouch.

A sharp pain starts to reign in my right foot, and then slowly makes its ways to my right leg. I wince, horridly, as I sit up. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch. You think that a very talented killer like me would be immune to pain, but I slip up sometimes. Sometimes, counting this time. Pins and needles. Beginning from my foot and now in my leg, which I somehow sat on for quite a long time. I could ask for help, but no. even if these guys were my allies right now, asking help from them would make me look weak. And I hate looking weak. There's nothing weaker than asking for help because of pins and needles.

I try to move my leg, but the pain only grows stronger. Damn it. I try to move my leg again, and the pins and needles grow in number. I try to massage my leg with my hands but a shuffling sound stops me.

Oh great. Just what I needed. An enemy to attack me while I'm having pins and needles. What a joke. I take a knife out of my pack. It's still early on the Games, but I'm ready anytime. Maybe this was the Girl on Fire, whom Lover Boy was to point us to.

I bring the knife to my lips when the shuffling sound grows larger, more profound. My heart's beating loud. What? How could this happen? Am I scared? That's impossible. I'm Clove. I'm soon to be the victor of the 74th Hunger Games. I forget that my leg is in terrible pain. I move it.

"Damn it!" I hiss immediately, remembering that if I yelp, I'd appear weak. Weak tributes don't have sponsors.

"Clove?" It's coming from the direction of the shuffling. Cato emerges under the moonlight, carrying his newly-polished sword. He must've gone to the lake, obviously.

I narrow my eyes at him. I wince because of the electricity in my legs. Why isn't it going away? Maybe the lady back at the hovercraft accidentally injected me with something that induces long-term pins and needles. She's going to get it from me once I kill all of the people in this damn arena. "What are you doing?" It's nothing much of a question. Just an assurance that he's the real Cato. The Capitol loves tricks.

He rolls his eyes like how he always does back at our district. He always does that when asked impertinent questions. Him and his big ego match his body build. "Of course I was watching. Night patrol, remember?" He flings his sword and sticks it to the ground. "And you? What are you doing in such a stiff position?"

"I'm resting." I retort quickly. I move my leg which intensifies the electricity. My face probably looks so much in pain.

Cato makes his way to me, a sly smile on his face. "You don't rest like that. You usually lie down flat on your stomach." He kneels down beside my leg, my stupid leg, and touches it with just his finger. I howl but cup y hands over my mouth.

"I am going to kill you!" I hiss. He smiles.

"I know that, babe." I hate it when he calls me that.

He quickly crosses his own legs and sits on the ground. He lifts my leg, gently, and props it on his own. Impertinent bastard. How could he handle my leg with such ease and care? It's like, for a moment back there, his fingers were created for something softer and more beautiful than a sword.

"Cato, I am going to slash your face if you add— ow!" I say in a hushed whisper. He starts massaging my leg. The electricity, the pins and needles, intensify but at the same time slowly vanish. Is that possible?

Relief washes over my leg down to my foot instantly. I groan in relief, maybe even amazement, at what Cato has done. For someone so big, his hands were very careful.

"Thank me when you're ready." And he's back to being Cato again.

"Thank you," I snap at him as I lift my leg away from him.

"You're welcome, babe."

"Shut up, Cato."

"Who would've known that the accurate Clove would be rendered helpless because of pins and needles?" A chuckle emanates.

"Shut up, Cato!"

"I love you too, babe."

"Ugh I'm going to watch."

"I love you, Clove." A whisper. An assurance that he's the real Cato.

"I know."