A mixture of fear, adrenaline and love is running through my veins at high speed. I limp as fast as I can through the undergrowth. Why am I running? She could be anywhere. Who knows how big the arena is?
But she screamed. She screamed my name.
I tear through the slowly thickening trees when my leg gives way, I knew it was only a matter of time. I let out a quiet yelp of pain. It was worse than I've ever experienced. Then a thought hits me.
I'm going to die.
It doesn't matter if Katniss gets to me in time. I'm bound to die.
I haven't eaten in days and the gash in my thigh goes right down to the bone and it's probably already infected. Katniss wouldn't want me tagging along in this state.
While these thoughts run through my head, I seem to be subconsciously starting to camouflage my face with the mud around me.
There's no point now, the pain in my leg will eventually grow into blood poisoning and will intoxicate my lungs, heart or possibly brain, that's if I don't die of starvation first.
As I smear the last of the muck on my face I think about that one word. Death. The word everyone is frightened of, the word that children are learnt to cower from before they can even walk. It's not that bad a word when you keep saying it. Death. It's not exactly petrifying, just full of mystery. It never really occurred to me how I would die. I just thought I'd wither away as an old man. But no, I'm dieing out of choice. The choice of the Capitol.
And so, I curl up to die, these thoughts coming and going.
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