Hey! NO reviews on the last chapter. I am so sad! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! More reviews means faster updates and if I don't get any reviews, updates are going to be much slower and it is near the end! I am sure you want to know what happens. Thanks for people who are reading anyway. But if you are reading you must review! Sorry for the long a/n. On to the story!

Don't own HG, CF or MJ

Over the next two days, I work tirelessly trying to extract the infection. It is pointless anyway because it is most likely that neither of us is going to win. I have to try though. If one of us is going to win, I want it to be him. My efforts, however, are futile. The infection is getting worse. I am up all night checking that Reed is still breathing because I am worried that every time his eyes close, they won't open.

I don't show my fear and helplessness in front of him though. If he is going to die, I don't want him to die worrying about me. I would much rather he dies peacefully. One night, after Reed is asleep, the trumpets announce Claudius Templesmith.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen. There has been a slight rule change. The rule that there has to be a single victor has been… postponed. There is aloud to be 2 victors from one district. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor." Great. That won't help us. I frown. The fire girl and her "star-crossed lover" can both win. Cato and Clove can win but of course Reed can't be from my district. I want to cry. I have no chance of ever being with Reed. I knew this from the beginning but it kills me inside that the others may have a leisurely life together. I am glad that Reed is asleep. It would kill him too.

The next couple days I am still fighting to keep Reed alive. There is nothing else I can do. Reed is a constant occupation with his condition. He is worsening. I predict he will die within the next day or two. Just so I don't drive myself insane, I conclude this was better than being brutally, torturously murdered by Cato. His body is probably numbed by the pain by now.

Every morning is still started by our loving 'good mornings' and a very gentle kiss. I am worried that if I kiss Reed any harder, I will simply break him. I tell him at least every hour how much I love him. It is hard to keep myself fed because I am always worrying about Reed: keeping Reed happy, keeping Reed warm, keeping Reed fed, making sure Reed isn't hurting, cleaning Reed's wound with hope left that he will live.

I have since accepted the inevitable fact that he is going to die. There is no way he can win these games in his fragile state. It is unlikely that he will survive one more day. The only way he is going to live is with assistance from fancy Capital medicines. My only hope is that I sponsors. It is now constantly raining. It is undoubtedly the work of the gamemakers.

I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of a gentle beeping. I jolt up from my uncomfortable curled up place next to Reed. I look to the sky. I still have a bit of hope that it is medicine for Reed. I jog over to the tree the silver parachute is sitting in. I climb it as swiftly as I can. I must get the medicine into Reed as quickly as possible.

I sit on the branch the parachute sits in. With greedy fingers I tear open the little bundle. On the top is a note.

Your ring is from District 5. Reed's from 8. Don't lose your love for him. Even in death, he loves you. Also enclosed is a message from your parents. It is very rare that they let family letters through. Cherish them. Remember don't forget we have your back and Reed will always be there for you, even beyond the grave.

-Kitty, District 5 and Cecelia, District 8

I am shaking with sobs. In the care package I find a small velvet box. I open the box. Inside are two silver rings. They are simple loops, one large than the other. When I look closer I see that small infinite signs engraved on them. Forever.

I get out the envelope addressed to me. I open it. It reads:

Dear Eve,

We are so proud of you. We are sorry you have to do this. We love you so much. You always new how to make the most of things and you definitely are now. We wish we could give you the world. We wish that we could save Reed. We wish we could take you out of these games. We wish we could bring you guys home and let you guys be married like it is meant to be. We are very happy to see that you at least have Reed in these last few days. Please try to win. We need you. We know it will be hard to get over Reed but you must. You must. We miss you and love you with all our hearts. We are sorry we couldn't write more. We are limited in words. We want you to know once more that we love you and we hope that it works out.

Love,

Mom, Dad, Max, Sadie, Harry and all of District 5

Enclosed it is a picture that my brothers and sister drew. It depicts our family. Reed is next to me in the picture. I am sobbing so hard. Reed is apart of the family. I know they love me.

I climb down the tree and return to wake up Reed. I stroke his hair and he doesn't wake. I kiss him awake. He smiles.

"Hello beautiful. I would say good morning but it is clearly not morning." I grin. Reed will not ever loose his amazing kindness even at death's door. I show him the note. His eyes widen. He snatches the velvet box and slowly opens it to me.

"Eve Bradshaw, will you do me the immense honor of being my girl." He doesn't say wife. He knows just as I do that there is no way that will ever happen. Another tear rolls down my cheek.

"Yes." He takes my left hand and puts the smaller ring on. It fits perfectly. The added weight feels good on my finger. It feels like it belongs there. I put the other ring on his finger. I kiss him. I don't hold back this time. I kiss him with all my passion. This could be the last kiss we share. I kiss him for what seems like hours, but eventually I pull away.

"You have to rest."

"You can sleep. I am going to read my letter first." I lay my head on his chest. He puts an arm around me and I immediately fall asleep. I wish I could just pause this moment and stay here forever.

Just before I drift off I whisper, "I love you Reed."

"I love you Eve." He whispers back.

We sleep until well into the morning. The next day we don't do anything useful. We just talk and sleep. Late in the evening, the trumpets sound again; probably just inviting us to a feast. I immediately go back to cooking dinner.

"We would like to invite you to a feast. Most of you are probably already waving away my offer but this is not an ordinary feast. All of you need something desperately. You will find that thing in a backpack labeled with your district number at the Cornucopia at dawn. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor." Oh my gosh. This could be my chance. Reed can live.

"Reed."

"No."

"Well I am going. There is nothing you can do about it."

"You're going to die!"

"I don't care! I have no chance of winning what so ever! I would much rather die saving you than die at the hand of Cato or Clove! I want to die helping someone I love!" I cry. I kiss him. "I am going. You can't stop me."

I get one of the knives. I leave the other with Reed. I leave some food for him to eat and set off.

It doesn't take long to get to the Cornucopia; we have been staying in the same place where Reed was injured. I see the Cornucopia. I immediately devise a plan. I go into the Cornucopia and hide.

I stay awake all night because I am nervous that somebody will come into the Cornucopia with the same plan. It is a long wait but it is worth it. Just as the sun is peaking over the horizon, a table begins to rise from the ground. I am ready to pounce.

Please, please, please, please review. Even if I get one review it will make my day. I am so sad because this is about to end. Please review. Thanks!