Katniss's Point Of View
It had been almost a day since I had found Cato, and there was nothing I could do for him. He was slowly dying; he hadn't woken up at all. He started of lying, but fever had now taken control and infection was coming into his leg. I was going to lose him. I still had so many unanswered questions to ask him, why he had turned into the murderer I thought he would never become. Why had he left me? Did he really love me? Could he really love me? But he looked so peaceful in his sleep, almost childlike. I sat once again staring at him, this had been all I had done since I had found him apart from changing his leaves, and trying to give him something to drink. I couldn't do anything for him. I closed my eyes trying to shut out the world, hoping for my suffering to end. Everyone I had ever cared for was being taken away from me and I would be leaving them. I shut my eyes tight, covering my ears trying to get my mind to stop. I occasionally heard the screams of the other tributes from yesterday if I let my mind wonder, and it killed me to know that I couldn't do anything to save them.
I heard a beeping nose coming from outside the cave which we had taken refuge. I stood up in shock. Why would Haymitch send me anything? I was dying. Cato had turned out to be different from what I expected. He was going to die and I would soon follow after him. I ran towards the parachute. Inscribed on the outside was my district number (12) and then a two was put on top of it. Haymitch and Brutus, they were working together. They wanted us both out of here; they had put their difference aside to help Cato and I. Cato… I ripped of the top of the container to show a tube of medicine. I sprinted back into the cave, leaning over Cato applying it greatly onto his leg. I left almost a quarter of the cream in the tube, so I put it back in my bag. I no felt relieved; he was going to be ok. I rested my head onto his shoulder, drifting off to sleep.
Cato's Point Of View
I felt the light on my face, it must be morning. I looked around to see that I was in a cave; my leg was numb, probably from lying on it funny. There was a young woman, or maybe a girl I wasn't sure but she had her arms around me. She was still asleep, but she was different, she wasn't like the other girls from District two. She had black braid, running down her back and olive coloured skin. She was different, but she looked perfect. She was mumbling away to herself, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. I looked at her fighting with myself what to do now. I didn't truly know where I was? Who she was? Or what we were doing? Should I leave her here and head home? Or should I wait until she wakes up? I didn't have to wait too long as the light from the sun awoke her. She looked straight at me, also looking slightly confused.
"You're awake?"
"That's what happens after you sleep for a while."
"Cato, you were out almost two days."
"Why?"
"Tracker Jackers, you had a few stings, thankfully not as bad as the others."
"What do you mean the others?" Are we on a training exercise or camping?"
"You don't remember."
"Remember what? What's going on? Where am I? Who are you?"
"You're in the Hunger Games. You were in an alliance with your district partner Clove and the District One's tributes: Glimmer and Marvel. You were attacking my district partner when he cut down a branch which had a nest on it. He was the one who gave you the cut on your leg."
I glance down to the leg she pointed out, and I can just about see a scar forming on my leg from my attack.
"So I was injured and you looked after me?"
She nodded her head slowly; she wouldn't look at me, just staring at the ground, a small blush overcoming her cheeks.
"What district are you from? Four?"
"Twelve."
I jumped as soon as she announced her District. That couldn't be right, why would I be here with someone from a District such as that. She wouldn't have made it past the bloodbath let alone into the alliance.
"You're lying to me. I wouldn't let someone like you help me, even if I was out of my mind. You might be pretty, but I wouldn't scoop that low."
As soon as the words left me, I knew that they had been the wrong ones; I could see that she was shocked by my sudden outburst towards her. She was silent for almost a minute trying to find the words to say, but she certainly found them.
"You wouldn't scoop so low? I saved your live, I could have killed you while we were out, I could have left you to die and now you just treat me like dirt. After all we have been through; I thought you cared about me. I thought you loved me. You never meant it did you. Was it just a joke to you? To string me along tell me that you loved me, and then kill me during the bloodbath. You just saw me as you see any other tribute or person standing in front of you: a chew toy."
"What are you talking about?"
She just looked at me, for once looking straight into my eyes, analysing me. Now it was my turn to look confused and stare at the ground.
"You don't remember, do you?"
I nod my head, as I truly didn't remember anything she had told me so far. I don't remember a Clove, or a Glimmer or a Marvel or a Peeta. I don't remember coming to the Hunger Games, if I volunteered or if I was reaped? I don't remember anything, and it's too much for me.
"It's the tracker jackers: the venom is making you do this. I didn't think you had got that many stings. You seemed to be doing ok the last couple of days."
"What happened to me? Tell me everything?"
"Everything?"
"Everything."
"I don't remember much of the reaping. I think you might have volunteered. You were in a gladiator's outfit for the tribute's parade. You looked really well."
There was a blush now forming on her checks, which I suddenly felt protective about. I placed my hand on her cheek, to remove a strand of hair from her face which I had fallen from the braid.
"I remember you were looking at me during the President's speech. You smiled, I smiled. When your chariot moved forward, you weren't really expecting it, that it looked like you were going to fall out. It took all my might to try and hold in my laugh. When we back stage I remember we were back stage and I was looking for my prep team, I saw you staring at me, and you did one of those…"
"Stupid smiles and then you scowled and looked away."
"You remember."
"I don't know, it's was as if when you were saying it I saw a picture."
"What do you see next?"
"You're standing beside your District Partner, he has blonde hair, and you…"
"I what?"
"You kiss him!"
