Katniss had made sure that Finnick wasn't injured before they'd returned to the bunker. She was sure he'd been fine. A little shaken maybe — it had started her adrenaline pumping, too — but that was it.
Except now he was cold. Katniss didn't know what that meant, but it was affecting him enough that he had trouble typing, and she couldn't imagine that it was only a coincidence. Just as she'd started back towards their room, she remembered that there had been another mountain lion carcass, right before everyone had gotten sick. Was Finnick sick now? Was she going to get sick, too? Would they spread it around to everyone?
She felt fine, except for the dread building inside of her. But she'd gone everywhere that Finnick had, so if he'd gotten sick somehow, she would probably end up getting it too.
Taking the hallways at a run, she ended up back in their room, and found him shivering under the blankets. He seemed much more cold than he should have just for being sick. His breath was coming out in clouds, but it didn't feel cold in the room to her. She stepped forward, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead to check for a temperature, but his skin was freezing to the touch.
"We need to get you to medical," she said, lowering her hands from his face to take hold of the blankets and help him to his feet. "Can you walk?"