"Peeta!" I cry. The knife gets Peeta in the leg, but if he hadn't jumped up in front of me, I would've gotten me in the heart. Enobaria doesn't look phased though. Her smile grows wider as she stares me directly in the eye, her piercing brown, almost black eyes scaring me, honestly. I pull back on my bow, aimed at her, when with another flick of her wrist, a knife is thrown at me, and this time there's no Peeta to jump up and save me. The knife slices my arm, and does nothing more, but the pain still surges through my arm, blood already gushing freely. The knife falls to the forest floor with a soft thump. For some reason, Enobaria still hasn't noticed Amber, sitting over a few feet away from us. I know Enobaria meant to miss me though. She's a Career, she plays with her food. She stalks closer to me, when in a flash Amber leaps from the ground and pulls the knife from Peeta's leg, causing him to scream out in pain. Why didn't she take the knife Enobaria threw at me? It wouldn't have hurt Peeta!

Amber stands up, and follows Enobaria's technique. With a quick flick of her wrist, the knife hits Enobaria straight in the chest. The reaction is immediate; she falls to the ground, blood already gushing from the wound. It only takes a second until the cannon goes off.

She turns to us, braid even messier than before. "We've gotta get out of here." Is the first thing Amber says to us. The young 16 year olds eyes filled with terror, maybe from memories of her Games, the 73rd. I don't remember much about her victory, but the one thing that I do remember is that she won without killing anyone. The other remaining tribute forgot to clean some pond water before drinking it, a rookie mistake that cost him his life and his victory. I wonder how she must feel now, after just killing Enobaria, but I don't have time to ask now. She turns to Peeta. "Can you walk?"

I help him up carefully, and support one side of his weight, while Amber helps with the other. We hear leaves rustling, and immediately I drop my side of Peeta and draw my bow. The pain shoots up my arm, but I ignore it. When I let go of Peeta, Amber stumbles slightly under his weight, but manages to pull him back upright. But it's only Finnick. He comes walking through the trees holding an armful of water bottles he must have just filled up. I sigh with relief, and drop my bow, the pain subsiding. Finnick looks at us, surprised.

"What happened?" He asks incredulously, glancing at the group of us.

Amber answers for us. "Enobaria came and attacked. Got Peeta and Katniss. I finished her off." She points over to the spot where she killed Enobaria, a few leaves still with small drops of her blood. I shudder. She looks at Finnick."We need to get out of here, Finnick, and get to somewhere where I can treat their wounds."

Finnick nods. The blood keeps gushing from my arm, soaking my jacket. The pain causes my arm to throb. Peeta groans, and I glance down to his wound on his leg. The cloth of his pants is ripped open, revealing a deep looking cut, the skin completely off. Blood nearly pours from his injury, and the entire area around his pants is already soaked. "Guys, we need to go. Neither of us are getting any better."

Finnick nods. "I found a small cave over that way, just a 5 minute walk from here."

Even with our injuries, Peeta and I exchange glances, remembering the last Hunger Games, and our cave. We walk along the shaded forest for a few minutes, Peeta struggling with the help of Amber and I. Finnick leads the way, since he knows where we're going. Finnick holds all of our packs and weapons, along with our newly stocked water supply. Finally, after what seems like the longest walk ever, we reach a giant rock. I glance behind Peeta's head at Amber, who looks just as confused as me. Finnick bends down, and seems to slide through the rock. I crane my neck so I can look down without dropping Peeta. I see a small opening, big enough to fit at least Gale through.

"Here." I say to Peeta, as I put him on the ground gently. He maneuvers himself through the opening and into the cave. I go in next, and Amber comes in last, landing nimbly on her feet. The cave is dimly lit, though bright enough that I can make out everyone. Peeta sits on the ground clutching his leg.

"Katniss, Peeta, sit." Commands Amber. I've never heard her boss anyone around... It's strange. But I do what she says anyway, knowing it's for the better. We both sit, leaning against the wall of the cave. "Finnick? Can you pull out any First Aid things we have?" Finnick nods, and goes rummaging through our packs. Peeta winces at the pain, and I stroke his forehead gently. I reach for his hand, holding it firmly with my good arm. My arm hurts too, but I was just grazed. Peeta was full on stabbed. Finnick brings over our small amount of medical supplies, just a remedial first aid kit, some gauze, and some disinfecting stuff. Amber opens the kit, and pulls out a wipe. She goes to work on Peeta first, and from his tight grip on my hand I can tell it hurts. But she wipes the wound clean. She takes a bit of the disinfecting stuff and dabs it on his now clean cut. Blood begins to come back out of it. Amber frowns, but doesn't look up at us, and continues dabbing at it. That's when I get an idea.

"I'll be right back." I say suddenly. I stand up quickly, and wriggle my way through the cave opening.

"Katniss!" I hear Amber exclaim from the cave. "Get back here!" But I ignore her. With my good arm, I manage to get myself standing. I glance around the forest, looking for these leaves that Prim used to tell me about in District 12, that could clot blood and disinfect wounds better than any Capitol medicine. I realize that I forgot my bow in the cave, and silently curse myself, hoping no one's around. I walk closer to a couple of trees, staring up at the leaves intently. The leaves were pale green, round-ish, low hanging, and flimsy. They had a stem, and when you spun it in your hands, it would fly like a paper airplane. The trunk was significantly narrower than most in District 12, making it easy to spot. I see a tree a few feet away that looks familiar. I squint at it, and make my way over.

The branches hang low, and the trunk is narrow, with smooth bark. I run my hands over it absent-mindedly. It feels like paper. I reach up, and pull off a leaf. I examine carefully. It's a dusty light green color, and looks like a lopsided circe. I put the stem between both of my hands, and am about to spin it to see if it flys, when I notice a light drip of blood coming through my jacket sleeve. I've gotta hurry... I quickly spin the stem, and let it go. It soars perfectly, until it falls just a yard or two away from me. I smile. I've found it. I grab two handfuls of the leaves, careful not to crush them, and make my way back over to the cave. Amber stands in front of the opening, holding my bow and arrows in one hand, the other on her hip. She frowns unhappily at me.

"Katniss! Are you okay? Goodness, you can't just leave the cave alone, with no weapon... when you're injured no less. " She shakes her head, and I feel my face heat up. I mean, I'm being lectured like I'm two. From a 16 year old. "Gah, lets just get back in the cave. What are the leaves for anyways?"

"They help clot blood, and disinfect. My little sister, Prim, who's a healer, told me about them." I say softly. She nods thoughtfully, taking one from my hand and examining it.

"Prim's the sister you volunteered for, right?" She hands me the leaf back. I nod quickly, keeping my head down, not meeting her gaze. Prim. Prim. Prim. Prim... "Well, she sounds like one heck of a girl. Maybe I'll meet her someday."

I want to slap Amber for being so ignorant. We're in the Quarter Quell for goodness sakes. Only one of us is going to get out, and if I have anything to do with it, it's going to be Peeta. But I resist the urge to do so, knowing Amber's just trying to be nice, make conversation. We stand in silence for a moment, until I reply."Yeah, she really is." I agree. Amber slides through the opening of the cave, and I follow her.

Inside the cave, Finnick is examining Peeta's wound, and assuring him that everything's going to be okay. Peeta looks like he wants to punch him. I sit back down next to Peeta, whose wound has began to bleed more. Amber kneels down, and dabs the cut clean a second time. Once it's clean, she takes one of the leaves and places it on the wound, pressing down slightly. She looks up at me, as if asking, "Am I doing this right?" I nod curtly. She removes the leaf after a few seconds.

"Katniss?" She says softly. "Do you think it would help to get some of the 'juice', I guess you'd call it, from the leaf?"

"Sure." I say slowly, dragging out the word. "I mean, it can't hurt, right?"

Amber grabs another leaf, wringing it out over Peeta's wound. He winces, and his grip on my hand becomes harder, but he doesn't say anything. I squeeze back reassuringly. Once the cut dries enough, she wraps it in gauze carefully. "I'm done Peeta." She says simply, moving over next to me. "Katniss, would you take off your jacket for me?"

I reluctantly do what she says, glancing down at my arm. It's covered in my dark red blood, running down my arm. The cut actually looks a lot deeper than I thought, and you can see into my body. I quickly look away, trying not to meet the other's stunned looks. Finnick drops a stick he's been using for the past half hour to try to make a fire, and it falls to the rocky cave floor with a thump. Peeta's eyebrows pull together, and for a moment his eyes don't leave my arm. Finally he looks up, meeting my gaze. "Oh my gosh, Katniss. It's worse than mine." He says, referring to his own injury. I glance down at the cave floor, saving Amber's reaction for last.

I get the courage to look up after a moment, and meet Amber's dusty blue eyes, which are wide in concern. She doesn't say anything though, and grabs a clean wipe, going to work on my arm quickly. Now it's my turn to wince. I squeeze Peeta's hand as she cleans my cut, the disinfecting stuff stings like crazy. Peeta pushes my bangs out of my face gently, and kisses my forehead. I lay my head on his shoulder. "You'll be okay Katniss." Peeta whispers into my hair.

"I know." I say back softly. "I'm the girl on fire."