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when bess comes to shake me, at dawn, i open my eyes in a jump. he points to willow, who is fast asleep, and then points to the wall that separates our two rooms, before walking out.
no time to think more, i wake up my sister who stretches while yawning, before raising her facing me.
you're going to get ready with telly, now. i don't think we'll see each other again until we're in the arena.
okay, she whispers before curling up against me.
i hug her, tight. i hope this isn't the last time i can hug her.
no, no.
i don't have to think like that.
no.
i push her away gently before looking into her eyes.
don't forget. when the gong rings, you run. you don't wait for me.
promise you'll find me, she says in a tiny voice, allowing herself to be, for a moment, my little sister who needs me constantly.
i will find you, no matter what. i promise you that. go, now.
willow gives me one last look before leaving, and bess enters again in my bedroom. he gives me a simple pair of pants and a white tee-shirt, then escorts me to the elevators. i throw a glance back to contemplate my residence of these last days, willow's door which remains obstinately closed.
i was right, i won't see her again until the beginning of the games.
let's go, love, bess hurries me.
he leads me to the roof, where a hovercraft parking in the sky waits for us. a ladder descends from it, to which i cling. the time to pull me up to the device, i am strangely stuck to the bars, unable to get rid of it.
once in the cockpit, a man in a white coat grabs my arm and injects me some kind of little device with a syringe right underneath my skin. once bess is on board, he leads us to our cabin whose door closes with a loud bang behind us.
what's that ? i ask bess while showing my arm.
a gps tracker. you won't feel it anymore in about an hour, don't worry. you should eat something, love.
