Dial Tone

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"House. Leave a message."

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Ahem. You saw no fail. (I really need more variety in my keywords)

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Peeta answers quietly, as if the words will actually matter more that way. "Sometimes it hurts. I don't know how to describe it. It just hurts, and I know that the pain is below my thigh, but I can't fix it. It's not chafing, because I'd notice, but it just...hurts."

Peeta rubs the stump a little self-consciously. "I don't take it off to sleep. It doesn't bother me, or my fiancee to sleep with, so I just leave it." He's not sure why it doesn't bother him - some fantastically amazing modern Capitol advancement, maybe

i saw nothing <333

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"The brain receives and sends signals to the body constantly. Nerve endings register the experience and the brain sends how to respond. If something is hot we move our hand away. When a limb is removed, the nerve ending is obviously gone. The brain on a functioning level doesn't know that and sends a pain or itch. That's weird but natural. It will go away with time." He rubs the bridge of his nose. That much is textbook. Hooray.

"They say massaging what you've got left and putting it under warm water helps. It could be over use of your knew kicker that's agitating the phantom itch. Visibly you can see and recognize that you're missing a leg, your brain is still slow on the uptake." Somewhere there's a pamphlet. He read it once before. Boring, useful information none the less. In fact, this would clear up so, so much. All the cleaning details and parts about sunshine are worth giving him, but to talk about all of it?

"As for the swimming, I'm sure there is something extra you can use that's lying around."

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Peeta listens - at least this is normal. He reaches his hand for his leg. "So I can swim, just not with this leg, is what you're saying." He wonders if he can swim missing a leg entirely. He'll have to ask Finnick, surely the District 4 citizen will know.

"I appreciate you talking to me about it," he adds after a moment.

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"You could swim without it. Probably in circles. But yep. That's it." House hands over the metal leg, again with both hands. If he bench presses that leg, he'd be ripped in no time.

"It's my job to talk to you about it. Anything for you and the little woman." He is about to say something about the likelihood of young marriages ending in divorce but looks can be deceiving. He could be an 8,000 year old demon, vampire, goblin or over grown leprechaun.

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Peeta frowns again. "I don't know if I would call Katniss that, but thanks." He moves to put the leg back on and lets his pant leg drop, standing up and making sure everything was on properly. "Or if she's appreciate the sentiment, but yes. Thank you anyway."

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"Not a girl, not yet a woman. Got it." Only not. Maybe she's the one who's a mutant of some kind. House digs for a pen in a drawer and for a pad of paper. Ha, well supplied rooms are a treat. He scribbles on the pad.

"Head to this room and they'll figure out the swim leg situation. And give you some literature that could be of use."

Are we done yet? Please, please don't ask about strange feelings and sensations.

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Peeta raises both eyebrows and thanks the doctor, taking the note. He's remarkably uncurious about this man with the cane, but only because his own leg injury has made him more aware of the feelings behind having a fake leg. He doesn't want to ask and make this meeting more awkward than it has to be.