WARNING: If you don't take kindly to crude humour you might reconsider reading this

I am just about to slide through the unpowered fence and into the woods when the sound of yelling and agonised moans gets my attention. My ears aren't exactly the most reliable source of sensors but it doesn't take much for me to tell they are coming from the direction of my house. Before my brain can react, my feet are scourging the snow packed earth as fast as they can. I can't tell if I'm urgent because I may or may not recognise the sound of those moans and who they belong to.

When I arrive at the porch of my house, there is a group of men supporting someone half naked with gashes eating away at his body. That someone with a gorgeous face I know too well to be Finnick. Standing slightly to the side, my mother is handing Prim some coins which are supposedly for buying bandages, as we've run out. Just before she brushes past my shoulder hurriedly, she mouths the word 'Peacekeepers.'

I bite back stinging tears, as the scene before me resurfaces memories of Gale and his whipping. Before I am deemed uncaring and useless I rush myself inside with the others.

Finnick is not fully Finnick at the moment. His is clenching his jaw in pain and moaning whenever unnecessary movement is made. I walk over to where he is carefully seated and lace my fingers through his. He gives a responsive squeeze.

My mother spots me and babbles on with instructions. I am handed a bucket of cold water and a bunch of antiseptic rags. She then directs us both into a room. Alone.

The idea of being in a room with a half naked Finnick seems to stir me a little. However, I don't argue, and immediately set to work, soaking the rags and washing away the wounds on Finnick's arm, leaving them a little cleaner than before. Finnick continues to moan softly and flinches now and then, but finally after a short while, he is able to form a single word.

"Katniss"

I look up at him expectantly, and between sounds of pain, he manages,

"The tesserae. I stole extra. For Annie."

"Oh Finnick."

I sigh softly

Afterwards, I continue in silence, to soak his wounds. The only sound audible is Finnick's moaning.

As I come nearer to finishing, Finnick is returning. He gives me that crooked smile with a glimmer of seduction in his eyes.

I can't help but laugh. This is clearly the face of the charming philanderer I met at the day of the Quarter Quell. Offering me sugar cubes next to the chariot of horses.

He chuckles softly.

I bathe the last laceration visually possible and set the rags on the table. As I am about to pick up the bucket, he interrupts my movement.

"You forgot some areas"

I pick up the rags again. "Where?"

He takes my hand and places it on a wound just above his hip.

"Why don't you start here," he winks

"Now move your hand lower"

I follow the path of the wound but stop respectably.

"Lower"

By now, his voice is somewhere between a seductive purr and a moan.

It hits me seconds before I jerk my hand away from him and throw the rag in his face. He was teasing me!

Angrily, I also kick him in the groin; my cheeks literally on fire.

The wince that follows is covered up by Finnick's laughter while he cracks up in front of me.

I blush a second time and yell "Damn you Finnick!"

This only causes him to laugh harder and I storm out of the room irritatedly, slamming the door behind me.

Peeta happens to be outside, and upon seeing me, approaches to either kiss or hug me.

I think about walking past him but decide to accept his embrace.

"Hey Katniss." He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses my shoulder.

"Hey Peeta," I manage to murmur.

I decide that I won't answer if someone asks why there is an additional injury to Finnick's crotch.