A crossover between The Hunger Games and The Maze Runner.
The 74th Hunger Games have arrived, and guess who the tributes for District 12 are? You're right. And wrong.
They are Katniss and Gale.
When Katniss opened her eyes in the arena, only v...
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Thomas, Minho and I stare at each other, not knowing what to do with Gale. We agreed to clean his wound first, but words always come easier than actually doing it. Gale's entire body is caked in both dried and fresh blood, and it caused his clothing to stick tightly to his skin.
To be honest, the sight is disgusting.
From what I can see, the leg wound should be located at his left lower leg, where the colour is the darkest in comparison to other areas, dyed black by the blood oozing uncontrollably out of the wound.
"Let's get to work, boys!" I breathe and take out a knife. I slowly slice open Gale's trousers and cut off the bottom half of his trousers so we can access his wound easier. Gale's constant groans has become the background noises as I work on the soaked fabric.
When I peel the fabric over Gale's wound, a sharp yelp escapes his mouth and I immediately freeze. "Don't stop." He grits out but my fingers only shook.
"I'll do it," Thomas pushes me aside and peel the fabric off in one swift move. Gale shuts his eyes tightly and his arms flail around to find for something to hold on to. I grab his hands as Thomas carefully cuts the lower half of Gales trousers off. I notice a beetle blade stationing nearby, possibly recording the process down. I stretch my arm as far as I can to grab the beetle blade, successfully containing it before it scurried away. I position it right where the wound is with one foot pressing against it so it won't escape and hope Haymitch will get the hint.
"The wound's pretty deep." Thomas mutters and I crouch over to assess the wound. I gasp. The skin around the area is a deep purplish colour and there is a huge slit in the middle of the mess. Dried blood line the slit and fresh blood continuously flow out. "He's losing a lot of blood." Thomas's tone is worried as he searches around for something.
Minho suddenly appears with a bunch of fabric and stuffs it into Gale's mouth. "If it is unbearable, squeeze her hand." He offers a crooked grin and that's when Gale's fingers dig into my flesh painfully and muffled cries escape from his mouth.
Gale clutches my hand tightly to the point I almost lose blood circulation and tears are forced out of his eyes. His muffled cries are still audible even when Thomas has removed his hands from the wound. I bite back my own cries as Gale slowly relaxes and lets go of my hand.
"The bleeding has stopped." Thomas announces and inspects the wound.
"Can I remove the gag now?" I ask as I look at Gale's tortured expression.
"Not yet," Minho shakes his head. "We only stopped the bleeding. We still have to clean the wound to check for infections."
"But how do we clean without finishing our water?" I ask worriedly and stare at the beetle blade.
Come on, Haymitch.
"I'm back!" Ashton's voice appears and crouches down beside me. "Hey man, how are you?" He asks Gale.
