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Percy’s POV
I woke up with a start, sweating. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage, as if it was threatening to jump out of my chest. I look around; making sure that it was really, really a nightmare and not some crackpot joke from the Gamemakers. I sigh in relief when I noticed no one else was in the cave except for me and Katniss, who is currently lying on the floor in a very scary looking pool of blood.
Wait.
What?
I pull her closer to me and put her head on my lap. Oh shit, I thought to myself when I saw a clump of clotted blood on her forehead, just above her eyebrows. I check for her pulse (just in case) and fumble around for the first-aid kit.
I frown at the look of the wound after I had cleaned it. It was absolutely deep and long and it probably needs some stitches. Well, Katniss, I am not a doctor nor am I a stylist or a seamstress. Please don’t be mad at the ugly scar I’m about to give you.
After several more minutes, I stuff the needle and thread away along with the kit. Gently, I put her head back on the floor. Hey, not on the floor okay? On her backpack, which I had emptied first before making it into a pillow for her. After that, I took in my surroundings. For the first time in days, I feel quite good.
I mean, I don’t feel the chills anymore; my arm isn’t throbbing anymore…
Huh?
I roll my sleeve up and look at the wound. Well, at least at where the wound used to be. Now, there’s only a raised bump on my arm, purplish-blackish in color. When I touch it, it throbs a little but otherwise than that it was definitely healing. A huge lump rose in my throat, making it pretty hard to breathe. As stupid as it had been, Katniss had risked her life to get that medicine for me. And she had gotten a huge wound for it.
“ Sorry for burdening you,” I whisper to her, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “ I’ll make it up to you when we get back home. We are both going to bust out of this place alive. I promise…”
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I didn’t know when I dozed off. But I did. And I was pretty relieved none of them had came back to torture me in my sleep. I guess that will only happen when I get drugged by someone. I stretch myself, wincing a bit when my broken leg made a cracking sound. Well, let’s hope that wasn’t my bone breaking again. I look at the sleeping figure next to me, checking her pulse again (just in case) and the stitched-up wound.
Carefully without waking her up, I pull the sack filled with food and start to munch on the winter bird. A bit cold and old, but as long as it can fill me up, I’m cool. It was when I was eating I heard a THUMP! THUMP! sound on the cave roof. At first I thought it was one of the other tributes trying to do a surprise attack on us. I tense, waiting for them to barge into the cave. But then there were more THUMP! THUMP! and I suddenly notice snow falling outside of our cave.
It's snowing.
Great.
Just what we need.
I lean against the wall, watching the snow fall. Back in District Twelve, when Addy was still around, we’d go outside and make some snowmen. Sometimes do those silly snow angels that she was so fond off. And at times, we’d have a snowball fight. With Mrs. Woodlum. Yep, you heard (read?) that right. We actually challenged her to a snowball fight. To which she respond. Yeah, she responds to us with a whip. That night, those who had bravely (and foolishly) challenged her were sent to bed without any dinner.
