Day 3 of my consecutive updates!
Johanna's POV
I'm leaning on Leo as he stokes my arm with his hand. My games were quick and sweet; I pretended to be weak, let the Careers do all the hard work, then I went on a killing spree. But, of course, the lovebirds felt like stretching theirs out for a good four hours. Now, frankly, I could use a beer to clear my head, but Leo took the liquor from me after a few gulps and set it on the coffee table. I close my eyes for a minute, until yet another on of Willow's squeals bounce off the walls.
"What the hell is so damn scary?" I groan.
"Nothing," Katniss says, clearly exhausted herself.
"Nothing? That girl just threw a knife at your head and now she's on top of you!"
I think we've all kind of accepted that the injuries of the games aren't what hurt us, more the emotional struggle of it, or something. I guess the injury kind of stuck with Peeta, what with his leg missing. That must be awkward in bed, right?
On the screen Katniss doges a few hits from the girls knife, but ultimately ends up pinned down by her.
'Where's Loverboy? Oh, I see, you were going to help him, right? Just like your friend, what was her name, again? Rue?'
Bitch.
Katniss wriggles beneath her, a really ugly vein defining itself on her forehead.
'Yeah, well, we killed her, just like we're going to kill you,' All the kids jump when a good sized boy throws the girl off of her.
'Did you kill her?!'
The fear and panic in the girl's face is ridiculous.
'Cato! Cato!' She cries.
'Did you kill her?! I heard you, you killed her!' He shouts, slamming a rock against her skull until a canon fires.
Katniss, being the idiot she is, sat there as the girl died instead of running away from the girl's killer.
'Just this time, Twelve.' He looks both ways, like he's about to cross the street, his backpack swinging around. 'For Rue.'
Katniss runs off towards the cave as fast as she can. When she finally dives in, she drops her backpacks and opens the one with the medicine for Peeta's fever and leg.
'Peeta,' She shakes him awake. 'Peeta, I got the medicine.'
'What? Oh my gosh, what happened?' He sits up with this stupid look of concern on his face.
'The girl from Two, she threw a knife, I'm fine.'
'No, you're not,' He examines her head while she globs some of the medicine she got earlier onto his leg.
I finally fall asleep as he insists that she has some medicine, and wipes this gooey, bloody mess all over her forehead.
What a lovely couple.
So, this was late, too, but I've been super busy!
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I'm so tired, so sorry it's mega-super-ultra short!