“I’m dying.”

        Peeta brought a hand to his own face, covering his mouth
        as he processed what had just been told to him.
        Why was Gale telling him of all people? 
        He had always admired the other for his resolve and kept 
        his distance. Other than casual conversation they rarely spoke
        which made this situation strange to the baker. 

                   ❝ How do you know? ❞