Chapter 1
Katniss had been shot, she had been burned alive and she had even broke her heel, but nothing she had experienced was like the pain she felt at the moment. She was lying on the bed, gasping for breath and drenched with sweat, the covers clinging to her moist skin. Peeta sat on a chair near the bed, pressing a wet cloth on Katniss's burning forehead. He murmured soothing words to Katniss as she gripped the sheets tighter, her knuckles white. Katniss screamed as her stomach erupted and Peeta clenched his fista as if he were the one suffering.
It was near thre o'clock in the morning and the moonlight gently bathed Katniss in it's soothing rays, making her grey eyes stand out.
'She looks like a ghost,'Peeta thought.'A beautiful ghost in excrutiating pain.' He winced as Katniss screamed again, only louder.
Peeta sighted in relief as someone tapped on the door lightly. A bent shadow walked ovet to the bed, carring what looked like a bag. Sae Boui-boui.
'Finally you're here,' said Peeta.'What took you so long ?'
'Oh well, boy, don't expect me to wake up right away !' Sae replied, opening her bag.'I'm an old woman !'
She had thrown on a robe on top of her pajamas and was still wearing slippers.
'Hurry up, please !' implored Peeta.'She looks in so much pain !'
The old woman studied Katniss for a moment (she was panting, her face sweaty and pale) before returning her gaze to Peeta.
'Anyways it doesn't matter now if I came a minute later or sooner,' she said, shaking her head.
'What do you mean ?'
when she spoke her voice was sad and strained, the voice of a person who had lived for a very long time and has seen all their friends die.
'I mean that whatever I'll do to help her... Katniss'll die.'
