the 61st hunger games • chanbaek

pt. 12

baekhyun's eyes snapped open.

he was still in the position he was in before, the same place he blacked out in the games. his head was pounding and he felt like closing his eyes again. he didn't know how long he was unconscious before, or why the bite took that much affect on him.

he could barely remember what was racing on his mind, all he knew was he didn't like whatever it was, they were all too mushed together in his mind, taeyeon and kyungsoo. it was all too complicated.

as his eyes began to focus onto his surroundings he noticed the small metal container perched beside the tree in front of him. he slowly sat up with a groan, his whole body was aching.

he reached over for the metal container. it was a sponsor. he was in disbelief of it actually being for him. a part of him wondered if maybe it was somebody else's and he'd just not noticed it in his snake bitten frenzy.

he opened it up, a small metal tub was inside. he twisted it open gently. the smell of menthol immediately hit his nostrils. it was an ointment. he then pieced two and two together. it must've been for his snake bite.

he scooped some up and immediately lathered it on to his ankle. the constant throbbing immediately dying down to a small hum. he let out a deep sigh of relief, extremely thankful to whoever had enough faith in him. he didn't think he'd ever get a sponsor when his name got picked from the bowl.

he looked around, trying to gain some baring of his surroundings. the aimless running from sehun left him unsure where he ran off too and he couldn't remember what happened with the snake bite. he didn't know where he was.

he knew he needed to get up and try and find something familiar. a wince of pain left his lips when he stood on his bad ankle. whatever was in the ointment seemed to be only for the snake bite. it didn't help the actual injury he caused when falling. he didn't know if he just twisted it or something was broken. whatever it was left him vulnerable. he couldn't run as fast as he could anymore.

he let out trembled breath when he realised the consequences of that.

he tried his best not to think of his death as he limped further away from the spot he blanked out. the tub of ointment secure in his hand. he knew it was creeping closer by the second. he'd gotten off lucky there, the snake bite not being poisoned nor having a tribute take advantage of him being unconscious.

he knew the tributes remaining had more of chance at winning than him, even chanyeol. maybe the male was right after all, maybe one of them would win and it would be chanyeol.

he'd walked on quite a bit until a cannon left him still. his heart immediately reached out for chanyeol. just the memory of being beside the male at all times left home reassured, knowing the cannon wouldn't be him but right now he wasn't with chanyeol. he hoped it wouldn't be him, he prayed in his head that it wasn't.

he recalled about the feast for water. he didn't know how long he was passed out for.

it could be anyone.

he hoped it was sehun. he never wanted to encounter that boy ever again. he was terrifying.

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it was the girl from district 1. it made him think about the boy who threw a knife at baekhyun's head at the bloodbath.

baekhyun was surprised it was her. he was certain the girl would be an ideal candidate for this years victor. she was one of the oldest tributes, quite tall, well built and pretty too.

his eyes stared at the fallen tribute's face until the hologram faded away until he was only staring at the pitch black sky.

that left 4 of them.