Clove's POV

Tonight I have to take the last watch, since apparently I am 'incompetent at being able to tell when my turn's done,' according to Cato. The watches are Sierra and Sasha, Cato and Marvel, then Peeta and me. Glimmer gets to sleep tonight.

There were no killings today which worries me, wouldn't want the Capitol citizens to get less interested because none of us are being brutally killed, no that just wouldn't do. I'm actually worried because if the Capitol citizens get bored, the Game Makers decide to 'interfere' by coming up with a brutal way to push 2 groups or tributes together. I don't want that to happen, so that means that someone has to die, soon.

-o_o-

Peeta and I sit side-by-side during our shift; we wear the night vision glasses too. I know that we shouldn't be sitting like this, but no one has attacked us yet so why not? I can feel that Peeta has dozed off about an hour into the shift, I let him sleep, nothing is happening. I hop over to the supply pile and grab another fire starter wood brick. No one is using these, there's no need, because we have matches and logs, why in the world would we need the fire starters?

I begin to shave the brick, I don't even notice the sun rising, I'm too absorbed in my carving. When I'm tapped on the shoulder, I almost jump a mile into the air, I turn quickly, knife in hand, Peeta sits next to me, awake.

"Morning," I say to him.

"Mornin," Peeta says. "What are you doing?"

"Oh… just ah, carving."

"What are you carving?" he takes a closer look at it.

I have started to carve a bear standing on its hind legs. I have the basic body shape carved out.

"Wow, that's good." Peeta says.

I snort, "Yeah right."

"No, I'm serious, I like it." Peeta says.

"Really?" I'm skeptical that anyone could like anything that I've made.

"Yeah really," Peeta says, there's no mockery in his voice.

"Well, I made another one too, I finished that one." I say.

"Can I see it?" Peeta asks.

"Uh, sure," I pull the mountain lion from my pack.

Peeta takes it in his hands and studies it. "What is it? A cat?"

"Sort of, it's called a mountain lion; we have tons in 2, since we live in the mountains."

"Oh," Peeta runs his hands along the lion's small body. "This feels so… real. It's almost like it could come to life any second in my hand."

I smile a little, "thanks." There's an awkward silence that follows.

"Um, here's your lion and bear back." Peeta says, handing me my 2 carvings, I put them delicately in my bag.

"I should go wake the others; we're going to go hunting today." I say.

-0_0-

By the time everyone is awake and has had breakfast, the sun is just barely up in the sky, it's 7 in the morning. We all have decided to yet again, leave Sasha behind to guard, as he can't fight well and would just be a dead weight if we were to get in a fight. Then the 6 of us head off into the forest, weapons in hand. We've been adventuring around for about 30 minutes when we hear a screeching noise, it's a bird. All of our heads turn around quickly to the noise; there is a wall of fire coming towards us.

(A/N I wanted to end it here, but for your sakes I didn't)

Everyone turns and runs any way that they can to get away from the hot flames. I'm running as fast as I can to my left, I have no idea where the others went or if anyone is ok. I don't know if I could hear a cannon blast through the screaming of the animals that are also running from the flames. Oh my god, a thought comes to my head, Cato I stop abruptly, the fire is like 10 yards behind me and quickly gaining speed. I can feel its intense heat from here. What if Cato is dead? There's no way that I can survive without him. Then I remind myself that it's highly doubtful that he's dead, and it won't help him if I end up dead. So I turn around and keep running.

Then the luckiest thing happens, the cut I got in my side from the stupid Tribute with an axe reopens. I scream in pain and stop, but the momentum that I had causes me to crash into a fallen over tree and trip. I let out a yell of surprise.

"Clove!" I hear my name being called, it's Cato. "Clove!"

"I'm over here!" I almost scream; the fire is getting closer. I pull myself up, and try to force myself to keep running, towards the sound of Cato's voice. But me running is just tearing the cut open more and more, the heat is not helping the pain. I fall over when I can't run anymore. I see the fire coming, I prepare myself to die. I close my eyes, just then Cato appears at my side. "Clove!" he exclaims. "Clove, open your eyes, please."

I obediently open my eyes.

"Can you stand?" Cato asks me.

I shake my head, and wince, shaking my head even made my side hurt.

"Alright," Cato says determinedly, he can see the fire coming too. "I'll carry you." Before I can protest or anything, Cato picks me up and carries me bridal-style, it's actually rather embarrassing. But now's not the time to be thinking about looks. Cato runs quickly, away from the fire. I see something coming towards us, a ball of fire, "Cato!" I exclaim. "Duck!" Cato ducks just as the fire ball flies over our heads, causing our hair singe a little. Cato runs away from the flame, neither of us cares where just away to safety, for each other, not ourselves.

We eventually end up in a clearing. Cato sets me down on the forest floor, we have no idea where we are, but the fire has died away. I gasp as he sets me down, the pain in my side flaring. We're both coughing furiously from the smoke.

"Lift up your shirt," Cato instructs.

"Are you serious, Cat? I don't think now's the time." I joke, though I life my shirt up so he can see the wound.

"Don't you have like a first aid kit in your bag?" he asks me. I nod.

Cato walks around and unzips my backpack, pulling out the first aid box. He walks around me, holding the special capitol medicine. Of course, he takes one of my water pouches and a corner of the blanket and wipes the blood away (OW!), then he pours the alcohol on it again, (OW! X10000), puts the medicine on it, (ow) and bandages it. I pull my shirt back down. Cato takes a swig from one of the water pouches. He grins at me, "For once you looking like an idiot carrying this bag with you everywhere is worth it."

"I do not look like an idiot," I say defensively, "I look precautious."

Cato takes another long sip, "Whatever you say," he's still smiling.

Since he's standing and I'm sitting, I am now much shorter than him. I smack his leg, "Oh shut up."

He smiles and comes down into a kneeling position, "You feeling better?"

'Yeah," I say it's true the medicine is actually helping. "Thank you," I say to him, placing my hand on his left shoulder, Cato winces. "What? What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, I just got a little too close to the fire-"

"Take off your jacket." I tell him.

"Really, it's nothing-"

"Take it off," I demand. Obediently Cato pulls off his jacket, revealing a deep burn. I wince at the sight of it and raise my eyebrows at him, "I really need to teach you the definition of nothing."

Cato gives me a small smile.

I open the first aid kit which is lying in front of me; the expensive burn medicine is still in it in its little pot. I unscrew the lid and slather a generous amount onto Cato's arm. I can literally see him un-tense, he sighs with relief.

"Is there anywhere else?" I ask him.

"Just a small burn on my leg," Cato admits.

"If it's not small, Cat, I swear I will spend 2 days teaching you word definitions, now where on your leg?"

Cato pulls up his pant leg; right under his knee is a small burn, "Told you it was small."

I roll my eyes, and put some burn medicine on his leg.

Just as I'm screwing the lid back on the medicine, people come running into the clearing. I quickly stuff the kit back in my bag and pull out a knife.

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