Catching Fire - Pg 180

  I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears.

  So much for being strong.

  My mother sits on the side of the bed and Prim crawls right up next to me and they hold me, making quiet soothing sounds, until I am mostly cried out. Then Prim gets a towel and dries my hair, combing out the knots, while my mother coaxes tea and toast into me. They dress me in warm pajamas and layer more blankets on me and I drift off again.