It was clear that his wrists had been taking this damage long term. And that she wasn't the first person to attend to them.

The ruts in his wrist were deep, painfully red and raw. Even in this dim light she could see how badly they were torn up. She felt her stomach lurch as she saw white within the mass of red. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Peeta's bones, but she hoped it was the last.

"This is going to burn..." She said as she gently moved the handcuffs up as high as they would go on his arms.