The Tracker- The 43 Hunger Games

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

My head is throbbing and the rest of my body aches. The pain is what wakes me up.

"Are you feeling okay?" Talon asks, clearly worried.

"No. I feel awful." He comes over to me and puts his hand on my forehead.

"That would be because you're burning up. Hold on." He goes over to his backpack and pulls out the first aid kit.

"Swallow these," He demands. "They're fever reducers." He helps me sit up and he hands me the water.

The pills are extremely hard to swallow. I am trying as hard as possibly can, but I can't swallow them. I have to spit them out as I cough.

"Try again. You have to take these." I try again and again.

"Finally," I say after I swallow them.

About five minutes later, I feel sick. "Talon... I feel... like I'm gonna throw up." I manage to get out. Talon helps me outside of the shelter. He rubs my back as I vomit.

"Are you okay?" he asks as I'm retching. It burns, which only makes me feel worse. What's wrong with me?

I sit here kneeling on the ground for a few more minutes. When it all finally stops, Talon carries me back to our shelter since I feel like if I move even in the slightest bit I'm going to be sick again.

"Do you wanna try to take another fever reducer?" Talon asks me.

"No. I think maybe we should wait until tomorrow. I don't want to have a repeat of the last ten minutes," I utter weakly.

A cannon fires. "Who do you think that was?" I ask.

"No telling until tonight," he answers.

"I'll take first watch. You need to sleep," I say. He looks at me and I can tell he doesn't want me to be up alone but his tiredness wins.

"Okay. Wake me up as soon as you start to feel tired." I nod my head in agreement.

Talon lies down next to me and I tangle my hands in his hair. He opens his eyes and stares up at me. "Go to sleep." He closes his eyes and I can tell that he's asleep in a short time.

When it gets dark out, Talon is still sleeping. The sky lights up showing the fallen of the day. I slowly crawl to the opening of our shelter and look to the sky. There were more deaths today than I thought there were. The female tribute from three and the male tributes from six and eight. That leaves... eight tributes. That also means that District Two is the only District left with both tributes. I can't help but wonder if the boy from 8 died as a cause of me.

After the faces disappear, I crawl back into the shelter next to Talon. I'm extremely tired. Talon's been sleeping for almost four hours. I have to stay awake for a little while longer. He needs to sleep longer.

Looking out, the sky is a pale yellow. How'd I miss sunrise? Oh no. I must have dozed off last night. I need to wake up now and keep watch.

"Hey," Talon says with a smirk.

"I'm sorry. I..." I don't even have an excuse.

"Don't worry about it. No harm done. How are you feeling today?" He comes over to me and feels my forehead. "I'm assuming not well. You need to take a fever reducer. You're worse today."

He gets the first aid kit and he hands me two pills and the water. I am thankfully able to swallow them instantly today, although they are making me feel worse.