Not Supposed To Be

~25

Cato's bag had also contained body armor. Once back at the cave I bandaged Cato's wounds and help him put the armor on. We ate more of the food Finnick sent and Cato calmed me down from my panic attack. I had cried for a very long time after killing Thresh. I just want to go home. I can now fully understand Finnick's nightmares and panic attacks.

"I'll be right back." Cato said and left the cave.

The rain continued to pour outside. Our jackets and shirts dried in a corner from which no water got in the cave. It's the same corner Cato and I must sit in to stay warm.

I rolled the sleeping bag out and got in shivering. All I could think was that I'm going to get sick again. Being in the rain all day and now no fire. Same events the lead to my first sickness. More tears began to fall as Cato came back in.

"What? What happened?" He said crouching in front of me and wiped the tears away.

I shook my head and gestures for him to get in the sleeping bag. He's always warm so he'll warm me up. I curled up against him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'll take first watch." He said kissing my head.

~~~~~~

The rain had stopped at some point during the night and sunlight was streaming into the cave. Cato was snoring as I slipped from the sleeping bag and stretched and gasped in pain. I could not move my shoulder. The arrow wound never healed properly.

Cato sprung awake and reached for his sword. He furrowed his brow as he looked at me and put the sword down.

"I was yawning." I lied and smiled at him.

He flopped back down with a sigh and threw his hands in the air. I giggled and flopped down on top of him and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands went to the backs of my thighs as I leaned down and kissed him.

"Fucking armor." Cato muttered as he ran his hands up my body. "Fuck it."

He began to pull at the armor as his mouth moved to my neck. I moaned and his hands began to move faster and pulled the armor off. He tugged at my bra as a cannon sounded and I rolled off him holding the armor to cover my chest.

"Fuck!" Cato yelled as he kicked the sleeping bag away and stalked to the opening of the cave.

I struggled to put the armor back on so Cato wouldn't notice the pain for my shoulder. He continued to swear as I stopped and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"There is only four left. Us and District 12 or maybe Peeta died and we have District 5. Calm down."

I kissed his neck and rubbed his shoulders. Only two more people to go and Cato can go home. He'll fight me on it but he is going home. I won't go home. I always knew I wouldn't be going home.

I grabbed my weapons and walked outside to see the the stream was gone. I dropped to my knees and patted the stream bed. It was bone dry. How? I poured all day yesterday. Fear. My hands began to shake and I thought of home. The ocean and the ships and Finnick.

"Cato! Cato come here!" I said and my voice shook.

Since day one of the games we had water. Water gave me a chance. I could fish. I had a food source and water. Now there is nothing.

"Cato!"

"What? What's..." His trailed off as he came out and saw the stream. "The gamemakers must be controlling..."

"Their ending it. Their going to push us together. Their won't be another night here." I said standing up and took my coat from Cato.