A few references/quotes from chapter 8 of "Mockingjay" in here.

I am a prisoner.

My name is Peeta Mellark.

I am seventeen years old.

Seventeen. Seventeen.

I survived the arena.

It's so hot I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I'm so dry and so thirsty. We all are. Finnick, Mags, Katniss. Where's the spile? Where is it? I thought it was here...hasn't it been sent? Things are all mixed up. Wait? Is the fog coming? I'm not tingling...was I electrocuted?

"Peeta?" Katniss asks. It's a gentle ask. There's no shrieking or screaming, but for a moment her clothing is black with red flames and not the wet suit it's supposed to be. I blink. She reaches for me, scales and claws. I pull back, "Peeta? What's wrong?"

"What did they do to you?"

"What are you talking about?" She's still reaching towards me. Everything is normal.

I hesitate. I look at Finnick and Mags. They're both fine, "I'm seeing things. I'm a risk."

"We're not leaving you behind." Finnick says, firmly, "Don't be a fool."

Mags shakes her head also, and points towards me and Katniss and makes a hand clasp motion and then a baby cradling motion.

"Think about what you're doing." Finnick says.

I apologize and then, "We need water. Maybe there's some nearby. There can't be none in the arena. That would be a very boring game all of us slowly dying of dehydration."

"If we go mad and turn on each other, but ask yourself, do you really trust the people you're working with?"

This doesn't seem right. I look towards Katniss, but there she goes again. Claws and scales...and fire. Firey wings. I scrub my eyes. No. Still there. Wonderful. She launches herself towards me.

"No. They've turned you into a weapon!" Fangs ripping at my throat. Maybe it's not her and I've just gone that mad. I try to pull her away. It doesn't seem that she's ripped my throat completely I can't feel blood spurting away though, but I am burning. I can feel the heat. My skin is blistering from contact with her. I can't push her off though something is holding me back, my arms won't move, they're being held by something. I can't. I can't move.

"Get away! Get off!"

"Do you really know what's going on?" Finnick yells.