Katniss threw up twice again the morning of the games. Each time Peeta rubbed her back and helped her back to bed. Peeta wished there was some way he could get Katniss safe. To get her out of the arena. Unfortunately, there was not. She was going into the arena. If she died, he would lose his only love. No. He would loose his love and his unborn child. She had to live. She just had to.
Effie told them goodbye, as did Haymitch, both saying goodbye with a quick hug. Cinna escorted Katniss to the plate where she stood. After a hug, he left.
The arena was a beach. They had to swim to get to the actual arena. Katniss dived in, hoping she remembered how to swim. She felt nauseious, but she kept going. Peeta met her there, instantly helping her to the group they had made. Finnick,Mags,Peeta,and Katniss all headed to where they could make a make shift shelter. She has to live. She has to. Katniss has to live. Peeta thought.