He was worn down enough that he didn't have any intention of doing anything other than what Katniss told him to do. (When had he started to trust her this much? It was a strange realization. In reality, they hadn't known each other that long, but they had been through some truly horrifying things together. And he did trust her in an absolute sort of way.)
He collapsed back onto the bed, still curling up on himself, even though he knew it didn't make a difference at this point.
"See if Simon can come," he mumbled. He knew the other doctors were probably here, but it seemed safer to include Simon.