The Hunger Games Peeta's POV

The Train ride

Disclaimer- I do not own The Hunger Games or any of the characters

Okay, so this scene of Haymitch slipping around in his own vile puke, trying to get up, is hard to take in. It's disgusting, but honestly, I've seen more disgusting things in my life. Katniss and I look at each other with an "Oh God" face. He's not much, but he's all we got in the arena. Like we were telepathic, we each take one of his arms and help him stand up.

"I tripped?" Haymitch asks. "Smells bad." He wipes his hand on his nose, smearing his face with vomit. How revolting.

"Let's get you back to your room," I say. It's not trying to win him over, it's just being nice, because being nice is second nature. "Clean you up a bit."

Katniss helps me basically carry Haymitch to his room, and she looks pretty disgusted at him. The bedspread is way too nice to put him on, so we stick him in his bathtub and start the shower. He doesn't seem to notice.

I look at Katniss's face, and she does not seem to into it. I decide to be nice. Like I was at one time before... or maybe it was an act of love. The bread.

"It's okay," I tell Katniss reassuringly. "I'll take it from here." I really didn't want to, but I think Katniss didn't want to even more.

Katniss lets out a sigh of relief. "All right. I can send one of the Capitol people to help you."

I don't want them to help me, so I reply, "No. I don't want them."

Katniss nods, and walks out. I really don't want a Capitol person to help me, they shouldn't have to deal with Haymitch. And I am just a kind person who does things for other people, asking for nothing in return.

I hope Katniss doesn't feel threatened by me, because I am not a threatening person. In fact, I'd probably be killed in the bloodbath. I'm weak, I don't know how to survive.

Now bathing Haymitch doesn't sound fun, nor is it, but I start stripping him down anyway. With the water still running, I take off his shirt, and remove his dirty under shirt. His pants are hard, but I eventually get them off of him. Now he's just in his underwear. Nakedness doesn't make me uncomfortable, but who knows if it makes him uncomfortable. But I press a button, and unscented soap rains down on him as I scrub him with a scrubbing brush. Then I shampoo his hair, and let a spray of fragrance rain down on him so he doesn't smell foul.

"Okay Haymitch, stand up." I say as I turn off the water. "We're going to get you to your bed now."

He grunts, but stands up. I wrap a towel around him, and lead him to his bed. I get another towel, lay it down on the bed, and lay him down on the towel.

"Are you good now Haymitch?" he doesn't answer. "Now go to sleep."

I walk out, and close the door behind me. Haymitch is such an embarrassment. I pass Effie as I walk to my room, and she is muttering things about Haymitch. A Capitol person is cleaning the rug Haymitch threw up on. I feel bad for her, even though it wasn't my fault. Seeing Katniss was not an option apparently, so I headed to my room and started watching last year's games. But they got boring after awhile, so I just took off my pants and shirt, and nestled into the silky sheets in my boxers. I couldn't really sleep, and thinking about home just made it worse. I thought about James. I wonder how he's doing right now. Probably the same as normal. I'm willing to be he thought of a way to turn the reaping into some joke like he always does. And my mother is probably gossiping with neighbors, accepting pity gifts, and pretending like she actually cares that I'm gone.

I'm not sure how, but eventually I get to sleep.

The next morning, I wake up early. Light comes through the windows. I'm glad I didn't have to have Effie wake me up. That's just what I need right now. A crazy Capitol woman waking me up with her perky, weird, Capitol accent.