Short Story

Part 2

Part 2

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The cold tiles freeze my feet with every touch, but the eager feeling inside me keeps my warm, and starts to crack my throat through the tears. "Cato!" I yell, and even though i turned the corner and hit a table, crashing everything loudly to the ground, i heard my name. Its not close, just like in the arena, but whatever happened then is happeneing now. Just in a safer place. "Clove.." I hear again, but it doesn't sound like him. I come to when the nurse starts to pick up the huge mess ive made. "Oh im sorry about this. I'll help you, But can i ask you about a patient in here?" I ask politely, pickin up the medical tools that mean nothing to me, and tossing them softly on the table again. "Well sure Clove," im a little puzzled as to why she knows my name, "who you looking for?" She finishes. "Umm, Cato Deacon." I say, with a sound of confusion. "My District partner." I finish, a little more cofidently. "Oh honey, they didn't tell you?" I start to feel the tear, floating down my skin softly like a childs gentle touch, "he's in the recovery hall, he should be awake by now!" And before i think of running to his side, i hug the nurse ever so tightly, i feel she may burst. I feel a hand on my shoulder and whip around, "Calm down Clo, im just here to keep you alive."

My smile says it all, the man in front of me is..