The 73rd Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 12- Revival and Death

"Cyrus!" I screamed, as I ran towards the red fog, towards Cyrus' body. THe evil birds were completely gone by the time I reached him. Then, we were overcome by the bloodred fog. It was like moving through water, and it dulled the senses. I didn't breathe it in, though, because I saw what happened to Cyrus. I picked him up, not knowing if he was dead, unconscious, or... other. He was heavy, and I was already struggling, but determined to get away from the fog, I ran away from it. The fog was doing a sweep of the forest, it seemed like, so it was like the fog was chasing me, and I was quickly decreasing in speed. I'm not used to carrying people around, let alone Cyrus, even though he was only about average weight.

I ran with Cyrus, and each time I looked down in my arms to see if he was okay, it drove me to run faster. Then, I tripped on a root and sprawled. Cyrus hit the ground, unable to move. The fog descended upon us, and stayed on top of us. Soon, I couldn't see the beginning or the end of the torturous fog cloud that overcame us, the river, anything. I layed on the ground, breathing through my shirt beside Cyrus who looked dead. I haven't even checked yet. But my senses are dulled from the fog so all I did was lay there.

And before I knew it, black spots danced across my vision and I fell into a deep, foggy dreamland.

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I woke up to a strange sight. It was a completely red Cyrus laying beside me, and I was on the edge of a river. The very edge. If I had fell one centimeter over, I would've fell into the river and drowned. It was in the middle of the night.

I sad up, and my whole body protested, and I was overcome with nausea. I splashed water on my face to wake myself up, then sat there, not knowing what to do.

Then, it hit me. Is Cyrus dead? Why hasn't his hovercraft came yet?

I ran over to him, and was genuinely, greatly relieved to see a very soft rise and fall of his chest. He must me under nerve arrest, or something from the fog because he wasn't breathing right, like it was hard to do. Not wanting to do mouth-to-mouth recessetation by any means, I went back to our little cave and got the backpack with the first aid kit. When the blood fog came, I had only ran about 30 feet away.

I looked down at my hands and was startled to see them almost completely red. I was splotched with the stuff. It must've been the fog, because I'm prettyy sure that If I bled this much all at once, I'd be dead. I reached Cyrus again and opened the first aid kit. There was an inhaler that would come in handy is Cyrus had asthma, but he doesn't, so that's useless. There was some sleep syrup, band aids, gauze, bandages, iodine, antibiotic ointment, pills (for what?), stitches, a clean knife, and a few other things.

I couldn't use any of it to wake Cyrus from his coma. I thought about pouring water down his throat, but that could drown him. Maybe the pills....

I remembered about Finnick, sitting there in the Capitol, waiting to give me something from my sponsors per my request. I was about to ask, when I thought of something selfish. A good tribute doesn't need anything from sponsors, and when they do, the sponsors will be so impressed that they'll give the tribute anything that the tribute wants. That's how it worked for Finnick's games.

So I sucked it up and gave Cyrus mouth- to-mouth recessatation for a half an hour, which is a feat that we have to perform often in District 4, since we have so many cases of drowning in our district.

FInally, I got Cyrus's heartbeat to normal, and his breathing back. I splashed a little water on his face to wake him up. I did that because he forced me to sit here and aid him, after carrying him through the forest. The leasthe could've done was be breathing normally.

But when he opened his eyes, I nearly cried tears of joy. Not just because I was happy to see him, but also because I've finally been successful in helping him. He keeps making me owe him in the Games, and It's only Day 2. I figure that we're about even now.