Peering between the branches I catch a glimpse of the careers forcing a path towards our fire. I signal down to Haymitch to get ready. He nods and crouches low, gripping a blade in each hand.

I lose sight of the group as they begin to draw near so I nock an arrow and wait. Haymitch, being lower, hears them before I do and launches himself at the first career through the undergrowth. A canon fires before I even see who it was and I let loose an arrow at the next one through: Enobaria. She is caught off guard by the ambush, but the sight of Haymitch must tell her to expect me because she immediately drops to the ground, causing my arrow to just miss her. I nock another arrow and take aim but she's seen me and positions herself so that the fighting Haymitch is between us. I curse and shoot instead at Brutus, who is trying to join Gloss, in attacking Haymitch. He does not see me and goes down easily. Another canon is fired followed by another as Haymitch disarms then stabs Gloss twice.

At that point Haymitch collapses and I notice a long gash in his side. When did that happen? I try to think what to do as I look around for Enobaria then scramble out of the tree. She must have taken off when things started looking bad, but she had caused enough damage. This must have happened while I was busy trying to take her out, while I was too distracted to keep an eye on Haymitch.

"Haymitch!" I exclaim as I drop out of the tree and rush to his side. "Haymitch, I'm so sorry!" I try to peel back the fabric sticking to his wound but do not know what to make of it. The cut is too close to too many vital organs for me to be sure he will be okay, and even if the knife that did this did happen to miss Haymitch's already weakened liver he is still going to need stitches.

I begin to panic as it dawns on me how late in the game we are, much too late for Peeta to send us anything even if he wanted to. Haymitch is just going to have to hold out until the end… but then what? There were only four of us left now: me, Haymitch, Enobaria, and Finnick. We all know only one of us is getting out of this arena alive, we cannot expect another fluke like last year to help us. But splitting up now, with him in this condition?

I exhale and roll Haymitch's wetsuit back down over his wound, hoping it might work to slow the flow of blood. What else can I do? I want to tell him he is going to be okay, but this is Haymitch. Instead I ask, "How bad is it?"

He smirks and answers, "I'll live."

I nod in response and am about to help him up when a look crosses his face and he yanks me back beside him. "Haymitch, what are you-?" My words are sharply cut off when he pulls out a knife and holds it to my throat.

"Sorry Sweetheart, you and I both know one of us is going to have to stay in this arena, and it's not going to be me."

Woah! Haymitch attacking Katniss? This author has to be crazy right? Stick around for chapter two to find out!

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