Happy Hunger Games, Haymitch.

Enobaria.

The anthem blares and wakes her up. I know they did it on purpose. She whimpers, confused and tired. The sky shows that 5 people have died today, making it 14 people in total. 9 to go. Beetee's face doesn't show up. I sigh with relief. Nobody really important today. Mags, Brutus, a district 7 boy. I don't know the names of the rest, I've been focused on Laven. I sit against the wall, exhausted myself. Laven grips my arm, using it as a pillow. I don't react. I'm glad she trusts me. Im luckily it's not my bad arm. My arm is a lot better. Barely any pain so far. Only when you press on it. Cashmere stabbed out of shock, with a thin knife. Stupid girl.

I find myself falling asleep. Finally, asleep.

I'm woken by a cannon. I wonder who it is.
I look down to see Laven has slipped down and is using my hand as a pillow. She looks so young, so innocent. So unlike a girl who's killed two people in the last two days.
She is woken too. So that makes 15 dead. Then there's another cannon. 16. I smile slightly. Only 7 to go. 7 to go until Laven goes home.
I decide to let her redo her hair and fully wake up before we get going. She has some bread and pear and water before she decides she can go.
We crawl out of the cave, looking around before we carry on.
We walk forward, we need more water. After a while, we stop to do a weapon check. Laven is missing 2 knives, 2 out of 20 isn't bad. Not bad at all.
She's different today, she's tired. She's fed up, she wants to go home.
We walk uphil, detatched, not talking.
We walk into a clearing.

Suddenly, her arm hits my abdomen, stopping me.
She looks around, a hand on her belt. She's looking at the trees. It's dark in between them.
Suddenly, Enobaria charges up, an axe in her hand, raised for the kill.
She hisses at Laven, who kicks my feet down, and I remain on the ground, knowing its for the best.

Laven spins around, avoiding Enobaria's axe, and plunging a knife in Enobaria's rib cage.
Enobaria's axe hits the ground and is lodged in the dirt as she struggles to get it free. She is bent over, big mistake.
Laven sinks her knife in Enobaria's back. She howls in pain, but gets her axe free. She swings it over, cutting into Laven's ribs and arm. It's too early to tell if it's serious. I shout, and the force from Enobaria's axe swings her over, and she lands on the floor, where I finish her off. Her cannon sounds.

I look over to Laven. She has the knife still in her hands. She has no expression on her face. Her hand slowly raises to her wound. Her hand comes away covered in blood. This is when I shoot up and rush over to her. The colour has drained from her face. She looks at me, drops her knife, and slumps to the ground. I catch her under her arms. I sink to the floor, resting her head on some moss. I unzip her jacket and get a closer look at the cut. I was wrong. It's deep. It's serious and deep. She's losing so much blood, it's spurting out with every heartbeat.
"No" I whisper.
"No no no no Laven stay with me. Stay awake Laven please" I plead, looking into her eyes. Her eyes glass over and she closes them slowly.
"NO! NO! STAY AWAKE! COME ON!" I shout. I don't care who hears me. I don't care if I die right now. Bandages. That's the only chance I have of saving her life right now.
I look around frantically. Her pack came off in the struggle. I scramble to unzip it, I end up ripping it, I don't care. I rip open the bag, and pull out the thin roll of bandages left. It's not enough.
"IT'S NOT ENOUGH!" I shout, so angry I could snap the necks of any tributes who dare come near me right now without remorse.
Laven's heartbeat has slowed down dramatically.

I punch the ground in anger and begin to sob.
That's when I hear the parachute.
I practically blur as I rip the parachute open. I let out tears of relief. A needle and thread. Don't really know what for, bandages, painkillers, and healing cream.
Then I realise that the needle and thread is for me to stitch Laven up.
I don't know how to fucking stitch people up! But I don't care. I do it anyway.
I pinch the skin together, and insert the needle. I run it through to the other side, and it tears through the skin. I swear in frustration, and realise I need to go deeper.
Somehow, the wound seems to close. I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off me. I continue consistently until it closes. I practically cover her in the cream, and wrap the bandages around it.
I want revenge on Enobaria's body. I turn around, but it's gone. I didn't even notice the hovercraft taking her body.
I need to get Laven to the cave. I lift her up so carefully that it takes ten times longer than it usually would.

It takes 5 minutes to get back. I didn't realise how little we had traveled. We were both tired. I carefully lay her down, picking the rocks up and sealing us in again. I reach around to find the reflective tarp.
It's not there.
Neither is the bag.
Or the parachute.
"Oh my god." I swear at myself.
"I left the damn bag"