The Hunger Games

Chapter 21

          I walk in the now pouring rain by one of the few streams with Danny holding my hand. He keeps glancing at me, probably wondering what I’m thinking about. My thoughts are now haunted by Lily’s death, that little sweet music loving District 11 girl, who was my first friend, other than Danny. I tend to have called her my best friend because Danny’s passes that stage, and she’s a girl. There is a difference with guy best friends, and girl best friends for all I know. My mind keeps replying the knife hitting Lily in slow motion several times, like how I personally saw it. I still wonder why she risked her own life to save me. I wonder why she cared so much about me that she’d rather die just to save me, and keep me alive. Like what Danny’s going to do. He wants to die to keep me alive. Why do things have to be so complicated these days? It just makes everything confusing as hell.

          “Katharine,” Danny’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and back into reality.

          “Yeah,” I ask looking at him.

          “I see a cave. We could shelter there till the rain stops.” He says pointing to a big rock, which is apparently a cave. It’s covered in moss and twigs, and would be a great hiding spot. I doubt anyone has used it since the Games started, but someone might have, it’s possible.

          “Great, let’s hurry then. I really want to get out of this rain.” I say releasing his hand. I run to the cave and examine it. It’s big, a little damp, but would be the perfect resting spot.

          “You think this’ll do?” Danny asks from behind. “I mean, the entrance is a little small.”

          I nod. “Yeah, let’s put are stuff in. I’ll then tend your wound and cover up the entrance. Sure, it’s small, but is a bit big at the same time.”

          “That makes like, no sense at all.” Danny says dropping the things. He crawls in and sits down, extending his leg flat on the ground.

          I set up the sleeping bag so when we sit up, are backs will be against the wall. “Come here Danny,” I say, “let me fix your wound.”

          Danny craws over and extends his left leg out again. I separate the cloth, carefully looking at the gash, which makes me sick. Blood oozes out and it smells terrible. “It’s a deep cut.” I say, feeling as if I was going to vomit. I look away and Danny puts his hand on my shoulder.

          “Are you okay? You’re turning green.” He says looking into my eyes.

          I take a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m just fine. I just feel sick looking at it.” I shake my head and continue, “So, if I’m to wrap that up, I’ll have to take off your pants.” I say feeling a bit uneasy. “I hope you are okay with that.”

          “I’m okay with it,” Danny says. “You have to do what you have to do.” He unbuttons his pants, and lets me pull them down under the cut. I take the bandages and wrap it around the gash after I’ve put some medicine around it. To help me, he lifts up his leg. When I’m done, I tie the bandage together and tell him to pull his pants back on. I then put on another layer of the bandages above his pants just to help. “There, I guess you are now done.” I say sitting back against the wall.

          “I’m getting hungry,” He tells me sitting next to me.

          I nod, “Me too.”

          “Do we have any food left over?” He asks.

          I look in the bags he took from the Careers. I find a few crackers, and berries. “Yeah, crackers and berries, but I’m not sure the berries are safe.” I say and hand him the berries.