Percy’s POV
“ Why didn’t you wake me up?” Katniss voice suddenly came. Uh-oh. “ You were supposed to wake me up hours ago!”
“ Chill,” I say. She raises her fist and I say coolly, “ You know, doctors heal people. Not add their injuries.”
“ Since I am neither a doctor nor a healer, I couldn’t care less,” she says, swinging her fist at me. Luckily I caught it before it could land a blow on my pretty face
“ Is this how you treat your boyfriend?” I ask her. “ My, my. Our audience would definitely be surprised to know how abusive you are to your boyfriend.”
“ Since when am I – “
I shut her with another kiss. Then, slowly, I inch my mouth to her ear and mutter, “ You might want to watch what you say. If you don’t remember, I kind of made a public announcement about it.”
When I pull back, her eyes were wide and her mouth was gaping. “ Oh.”
“ Yeah.”
“ Well, then,” she says, looking awfully flustered. “ Um…”
“ You can make it up to me by giving me another kiss?” I suggest. “ Ow!” I say as she pinches me in the midriff.
“ I’m done kissing you for now,” she says and when I open my mouth to retort, she cuts across, “ Firstly, you taste of puke and secondly….” her voice trails off. “ Um…”
“ You only have that first reason, sweetheart,” I say mockingly.
“Uh, you are impossible,” she says, looking incredibly frustrated. “ Since you are having lots of fun making fun of me, I suppose you are feeling better and no more fever?”
“ What? Oh, oh yeah. I am definitely feeling better now. Healthier. I feel great,” I say, smirking. Her eyes narrows down to a pair of slits. “ What? I’m telling the truth!”
She puts her hand on my forehead. “ No. You are not getting any better,” she says.
“ What?! I don’t feel feverish anymore. You are just making that up!” I protest as she pulls her sack of food. “ Wait. What are you doing?” I ask as she pulls the broth container and pouring half of the winter bird into it.
“ I am going to force you to eat this,” she says, showing me the mushed winter bird mixed with a little bit of water to make some broth. “ Tada. It’s a broth!” she says, grinning at me wickedly.
“ No, I am not going to eat that!” She didn’t falter. In fact, she scoops a large amount of the broth with the spoon. “ No – (gurgle, gurgle)” I say as she forces the glob into my mouth. I had some difficulty in swallowing the disgusting thing.
“ Do you want me to warm the broth up for you?”
“ It doesn’t matter if it’s warm or not. I am not eating it!” I nearly howled. She ignores my howls and pleas and continues on feeding me to gooey stuff.
“ There you go, all finished,” she said after the last spoon. “ That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“ Easy for you to say,” I say darkly, wiping my mouth. “ Do I have to take those awful fever pills again?”
“ Yep,” she says, grabbing my injured arm. I wince a bit. “ Let me see this first,” she rolls my sleeve up and takes a good look at the wound. I hear her gasp and assumed it had somehow gotten worst.
“ So?”
“ Well, it has gotten a little bit worse,” she says, trying to make her tone breezy. But I could tell she is freaking out. “ But, um…”
