The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter Twenty Two

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Peeta's POV-
"I'm fine." She says grabbing a silver, metallic, can of the medicine. "No, your not." I say reaching my hand out to her gushing wound. "The girl from two," She finally admits. "She through a knife. I'm okay." She's obviously lying. She's tough, but she needs some of the medicine or the infection will spread.

"You shouldn't have gone. You said you weren't going to go." She was bound to go at some point though. I knew it somewhere in the back of my head that she was going to go to the feast and attempt to get me the medicine. She couldn't watch me suffer with my leg, but I wanted so badly for her to stay, but she didn't. She lied to me to save me. And it was the kindest thing I've seen anyone do. "You got worse." She says, sticking her finger in the container.

I look down at my leg, and she's right. I have gotten worse. Much worse. The infection is spreading and there is red, warm blood dripping down my leg. I've lost so much blood, that even if this medicine does heal me, there is a possibility I could die from loss of blood. She carefully places her finger which is covered in the stuff, on my injured leg. I flinch at first, but as the life saving stuff seeps into my skin, I can feel relief wash over me. The tense feelings I had felt once before are being released in one simple breath. I want Katniss to feel this too.

"You need some of that, too." She shakes her head slightly. "I'm okay." She turns around and keeps applying the medicine. I give one final breath, and say, "That feels better. Okay, now you." "I'm okay." She whispers in a barely audible tone. "No. Come on you need it, too. Come on." I beg her. She finally gives in. It might be because of the pain or because of me begging, but regardless she'll receive medicine, and that's more than I can ask for.

She turns to me and reveals her gash, which still drips with blood. I dip my index finger in the medicine and place my finger on her wound. I stroke the cut lightly and finally complete the procedure. We lay down next to each other and await morning.
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The next morning I'm awoken by Katniss looking up at me. I look down at her. "Hi." She whispers to me. "Oh my god!" I scream. "Your so much better!" Because she is. The cut is barely visible. She jerks off of me and looks at my leg. "Oh my god Peeta!" I look down at my leg and I realize that I can no longer feel any pain. "I can hardly feel anything." "We could go home. We could. We're the only team left." "We could go home." I let a smile come across my lips as we exit the cave.