chapter 18

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"a feast will be held at the cornucopia, there will be a pack with each district number on it. In every pack is something that every tribute that is left needs." said the head gamemaker. I had woken up when the announcement started. I looked over at Katniss, I could tell she was thinking about going. She looked down at me and felt my forehead. "your still burning up." she said. She unwrapped the sleeping bag and inspected my wound. I saw her expression fade, her eyes wide with panic. "I know it's infected." I said. She looked up at me. "I need to go to the feast." she said.
"no, it's too dangerous." I replied.
"what choice do I have." she said

" I don't want you to die out there, Cato is ruthless and won't let you live."

"But youre dying, the pack might have something that will help."

"I won't let you go."

"fine I won't go if you don't want me to."

She lay down to sleep. I did the same and drifted into my nightmares. The next morning to find Katniss gone. Her bow and arrows were missing and her pack was gone too. Some anger boiled inside me but I mainly felt guilt because I knew she was right but I tried to stop her. I knew she had gone to the feast.

I lay there waiting for either Katniss to return or the canon which signalled her death. I started thinking about what I would do if Katniss died, if the pack contains medicine for me I will die myself from the wound because I would have no medicine. What would her sister, Prim or her mother do, her mother would fall into an even deeper depression and would die, leaving Prim to fend for herself.

That's when I heard the first canon fire.

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