Inferno: A Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 22

Omg! Am I on schedule two updates in a row? This must be a fluke. Surely it'll end soon...hopefully not though.

I lay in the shelter as the colour drained from the sky, raindrops were still falling down and rolling of the sloped roof, but not not as vigorously as before. Evening turned to night and I prepare to give Meir his vital medicine. I purify a couple of litres of water and pass him a cerulean pill. He's so weak, barely conscious, skin as hot as the sun and as grey as the moon. He takes the pill and slips out of conciousness. I immediately panic, and check the pills. They look identical to the ones we manufacture in 12, but in the games, you can never be certain of anything. Could this be some cruel trick od the capitol? To make sure the thing that could save his life does the adverse? But no cannon has sounded for now I must trust that he is being cured.

The anthem rings out in a quiet arena, but shows no faces. Its not suprising really, as there are only ten of us left anyway. Me and Meir, Lepus, both careers from 2, the male career from 1 and 4, Emily and two others. It's terrifying to think that half of before the first evening. At least we know that Lepus is safe, for the time being.

The soft electronic glow that momentarily bathed the arena in light is gone. In the darkness I inspect my knife. It is sleek and as sharp as lemon is sour. Astutely, it has a useful coarse section which helps to give it broader purpose. It's only one knife. But it's better than nothing, and I'll need all the help I can get until Meir is back to health. If the tablets work, he should be back to normal by dusk tommorrow, as long as we have plently of time to rest.

Tiny lights embellish the sky above me. I wish I had a watch so I can be sure of how long I've been sitting here, in a sleeping bag with the unconscious Meir. At least I know he's alive by the quiet sound of his heart, beating reliably, next to me.

I fall asleep, sometime later, and wake to Meir stroking my hair, he looks healither, pale -but not white - and smiling down at me. I shut my eyes again and pretend to be sleeping so he won't stop.

"I know you're awake," he says softly and I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I don't want to be," I murmer, making him laugh. I sit up slowly, so as not to startle him.

"You're looking much better, I bet we'll be ready to go by the time the anthem plays,"

"Don't we need to wait for our dear friend, Lepus?

"Probably, but we'll be ready to move at least, if we need to,"

"Wouldn't mind moving now, if it means I get to stay with you, I'll find the strength," He leans into kiss me, but just before out lips touch, a voice pipes up from behind us.

"Give me strength. I'll need it with you two love birds tweeting away up here in you're nest ."

Lepus is back. And he isn't alone.

Emily is with him.

Sorry this is so short. I feel really ill and not up to writing but I thought you deserved something to keep you going. Sorry if the writing is bad. As I say, I'm not at my best at the moment.

I hope you enjoy it anyway

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