So maybe he was a little bit delusional. Maybe he'd lost a little bit too much blood, and maybe everything was spinning. Maybe the pain was making him a little crazy too, who knew? But really. He felt dead. So, so dead.
"Okay," he sighed heavily and shook his head. Yes, he'd been caught in the middle of the shoot out because Graham Frost was that lucky. "You really can leave me here, you know? No one would know. I'll be alright."
He groaned unhappily, "don't take me back to the Capitol. I don't want to die at the Capitol. I'd rather just stay here."