Peeta's awake already, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as a trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in his eyes, check his pulse. I‘m disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke, but he sees it now. His features register disbelief and something more intense that I can‘t quite place. +
But in District 12, where the word tribute is pretty much synonymous with the word corpse, volunteers are all but extinct - The Hunger Games, Chapter 2.