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My eyes snap open, and I sit up quickly, expecting danger. Instead I'm met with agony again from my side, and my right hand instinctively reaches down to touch the wound. "Don't touch it!" says a small voice from beside me. My hand freezes, and I look down towards the source of the voice. It belongs to a young girl. She looks about twelve and has light hair and matching blue eyes. I cock my head but pull my hand back to my side. Then I realize I don't have a shirt on, and the sword wound is exposed. I examine my injury. It is a long, horizontal slash that goes fairly deep, and hurts a whole lot. It has some sort of ointment on it but is still bleeding profusely.

"Lay back down," another voice says. I look to the other side and see a woman with light hair and blue eyes, presumably the girl's mother. I obey. The pair continues to put medicine on my gash. I want my red potion, but I don't ask for it. I'm certain that this place doesn't have those, since an injury this serious would definitely be given one. And the less attention I draw to myself, the better. That way I won't be missed when I find a way to return to Hyrule.

"We'll need to give you this medicine," the little girl begins. "It will make you sleep for a while, so we can clean out your gash."

I consider it. Back home, I would have never allowed some strange person to put me to sleep. I had too many enemies back in Hyrule. But something about the girl's sincere, caring eyes makes me want to trust her. I decide if I wake up with a knife through my heart, that's on me. "Okay," I agree. She hands me the vial, and I drain the whole thing in one gulp. As soon as the last drop touches my tongue, I'm already asleep.

…

Gale and I get head to all of the official's houses and drop off what they like. We collect our money, head to the Hob, and buy necessities like bread and water. We stop to split our profit outside of the Hob. "You'll have to tell me how that man is doing," Gale says.

"I will," I promise. "But I wonder what he was doing in the woods."

"You and me both," Gale agrees. "But I better get home. Mother will be waiting."

I nod, and he turns to head back to his house. I begin walking in the opposite direction, towards my house. I hesitate outside our front door, afraid to open it. I hate seeing wounds, and wonder if the man's is still bleeding. But I won't accomplish anything by hanging around out front, so I push open the door.

Inside, the young man is still sitting on our dining room table. He is still unconscious, which I assume is bad. Mother and Prim are scrambling around the kitchen, putting serum after serum on the exposed wound. It looks nothing like any wild animal attack I've ever seen. It's long, and by the look of it, fairly deep. It's also very wide, and appears to have been formed by one long, consecutive slash. The gash is no longer bleeding and is a bright red color.

"How is he?" I ask from the door, not wanting to get in the way.

"Better," Prim replies. "He woke up earlier, but we put him back to sleep so we could clean out his injury because that always hurts a lot."

I nod. "What's his name?"

"We didn't ask," Prim replies nonchalantly. She stops to pour something else on his cut. "But he should wake up soon." As if on cue, the young man stirs, and opens his eyes. His eyes are a beautiful blue that reminds me of the sky in the woods, not grayed by smog from the mines. He blinks a few times, and locks eyes with me. I freeze. The look in his eyes hides something that shouldn't be there. He stares at me with the same look a wild dog gives me before attacking. A completely wild and bestial look.

"Hi," I say nervously.

"Hello," he replies. His voice is kind. He seems confused at my nervousness.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Link," Link replies simply. "Yours?"

"Katniss," I answer.

"Enough chit chat," my mother interrupts. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," Link says, "and lightheaded. But my cut feels better."

"Good," Mother says with a smile. She turns and heads back into her room, closing the door with a soft click. Link furrows his brow but says nothing. His eyes lock onto a small, cloth bag at the side of the room. Propped up next to it is a sword with a blue hilt, and a shield almost all blue with a red bird and three triangles on it.

"We didn't go through your stuff," Prim says quickly.

Link smiles. "I appreciate that. May I get up now?"

Prim hurries over to Link's side, and gently inspects the wound. The young man offers no resistance. "No, you have to rest," Prim decides. "But I can bring you your bag if you like."

"No thanks," Link replies. A period of awkward silence follows.

"I should make dinner," I announce. I pull out my bag of bread and slice it into three slices. I top the slices with a small amount of goat cheese. The meager slice of cheesy bread will serve as tonight's dinner. I fetch mother and sit her down on the floor in the living room, since Link is still taking up the table. I realize I've forgotten to offer anything to our patient.

"Would you like some?" I ask.

Link smiles. "I'm alright, thank you." I sigh in relief. I couldn't afford to feed him too, but I had to ask. I didn't want to be rude. Prim, Mother, and I finish eating and I tuck Prim into bed. Mother returns to her room with the door closed, and I walk back out to the living room.

Link has pushed himself up into a sitting position, but his hand is clutching his wound, his face full of agony. I gasp. "Lay down!" I command. I run towards him and push him back down onto the table. The man's heavy breathing slowly returns to normal. After realizing he's fine, I feel angry. "What were you doing?" I yell quietly, to make sure I don't disturb Prim.

"Getting my bag," Link replies sheepishly.

"Why?" I ask, still angry, but also curious.

"I wanted to make sure everything was still in it," Link answers. "I just didn't want to do it in front of your sister. I thought it would make her feel bad."

All the anger washes out of me. All he wanted to do was make sure Prim didn't feel bad. And I got mad at him. Guilt comes rushing in to replace the anger. "I'm sorry I yelled," I say. It's my turn to be sheepish.

"It's okay," Link replies. I get up and fetch his bag for him. He smiles and pulls it open. He sticks his hand inside, and his arm goes up slightly further than it looks like it should. He silently checks his supplies, but never pulls the items out of the bag. After Link appears satisfied, he closes the bag, but keeps it next to him.

I suddenly notice I had been watching him the whole time, and awkwardly bid him good night, and head to bed.