When Madge brings the morphling, instead of running back to the snow storm she collapses in front of the door. When Gale opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Madge lying next to him.
It was hard for him to remember everything. One moment he was being dragged to the whipping post, his hands tied, and then he remembered the way his back screamed in pain right up until he blacked out. And now he was forcing his eyes to focus on what was in front of him. It was dark out already and the only sources of light in the Everdeen mansion were several candles scattered throughout the kitchen.
He squinted at the sight before him, laid out on the table next to him was a blur of blonde hair. He narrowed his eyes, forcing them to focus. There was no way that was Peeta, the hair was too long and his mind immediately went to Prim, so he called out her name.
“Prim,” he repeated.
“It’s not Prim,” he heard from the other side of him. He would’ve turned, but he could hardly feel his body. “It’s Madge Undersee,” the voice repeated.
“What-What is she doing here? Why?”
The voice moved around Gale, toward the side he was facing. “It’s me.” His eyes found Peeta’s worried blue ones.
“What? Why is she here?”
Peeta crouched at his side. “She came here with some of her mother’s morphling after hearing what had happened to you.”
“She should be home. She shouldn’t be here.”
The blond turned back toward Madge, readjusting the blanket that was covering her back over her shoulders. “It’s storming outside and she passed out at the doorstep.”
“What?” He was having a hard time comprehending what Peeta was telling him.
Peeta sighed, “She trekked through the snowstorm to bring you morphling after she saw you get whipped and she knocked on the door, gave us the morphling and then fainted. It was pretty unexpected; she hit her head pretty hard on the floor. No one caught her on time.”
“Is she-Is she okay?”
Peeta glanced back at her. “Mrs. Everdeen said she would be fine, just needed to warm up.”
Gale felt his eyes get heavier as he listened to Peeta speak, which he immediately noticed. “Get back to rest. I’ll be here to make sure the both of you are okay.”
He nodded, his cheek rubbing against he wood grain of the table. “Tell her-Tell her I say thanks and-and to visit me,” he chuckled to himself, as the weight of his conscious became almost overwhelming. “I don’t-I don’t think I’m gonna be back in the mines for awhile.”