Re: 4pm
Peeta sat on the table, bouncing a little on the soft pad. Nowhere near as comfortable as the medicine bays in the Capitol. That was strangely comforting.
Peeta was half expecting complicated machines like the Capitol had, but the reality was fairly low tech, though still more intense than in the Districts, where it was mostly a verbal and visual examination. Peeta patiently did as he was asked, letting John take the required measurements.
"Is this your clinic, then?" Peeta asked while John worked on him.