One Lucky Winner

Chapter 85 ~ Katniss

Day 9
1:09 PM

Thomas fell asleep shortly after I told him he'd be safe. He's been sleeping for a while now, probably a few hours. It started snowing a while ago.

I've been bored. If Thomas wasn't here, I'd be out hunting Tris and Bilbo down, trying to win. But he's sick, and I'm going to stay here. I feel so bad for him. Whatever disease the bugs gave him, it must be horrible.

I feel his forehead, and just like I suspected, he's burning up. The ibuprofen didn't help a single bit with his fever. I wish I had some kind of cloth that I could wet and put on there. His temperature is dangerously high.

I feel his neck, and it's also very hot. He's burning up. This isn't good.

I turn around and dig in another bag for some more ibuprofen. I haven't went through everything Peeta had, so I don't know if there's more. The ibuprofen won't help, but at least it's something.

I luckily find some more, the last package. I open it and grab a water bottle. I look at him, and wonder if I should wake him up. Sleep is probably good for him, but his fever is so bad right now. I have to.

I grab his arm and shake him. "Wake up, Thomas. Your fever's bad. You need to take more medicine."

He opens his eyes and sits up groggily, still looking half asleep. I put the water bottle and the pills in his hands.

"My fever's bad?" he croaks to me. His eyes are squinty and he looks so vulnerable.

I nod. "Yeah."

"How? I'm so cold." I do notice he's shivering.

"It's all your fever." I feel his forehead again. "You're just so hot. Take off your coat."

"I'm not hot, you're cold. Your hands are cold."

"It's just your fever," I say, getting a bit impatient at this point. "Now take those pills."

He does as I say. "The other ones didn't help."

"I know, but it's all we got. Take off your coat."

I watch him slowly take it off and give it to me, shivering violently. He puts down the water bottle. "How long was I asleep?"

"A few hours. Three or four. Maybe five."

He looks down. 

"How do you feel? Any better or worse than before?" I ask him.

He looks at me. "Worse," he croaks.

I feel my heart sink. "How so?" I ask him slowly.

"Headache's still there, stomach ache's still there, muscle aches are still there..." He looks at me. "What's happening to me?"

I feel my heart break a little. "I don't know. But you'll be fine."

He shakes his head. "It doesn't feel like it."

"You will be. Trust me."

He glances at me and then back at the ground. It's only now when I realize I made a huge mistake. A gigantic one. I shouldn't have allied with Thomas. I shouldn't have cared about him so much. Because I realize that I developed feelings for him. He's not some crazy maze dude, he's my friend. He's my sick friend and I desperately want him to get better. I wish he was better. I wish I would've paid more attention to him in the training center. I wish I would've been nicer to him.