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Karis's POV
I hear the cannon fire. 3 dead in one day. The trees sway in the cold wind of the night, my mind flicks back to the first day of the games. Seeing everyone surrounding the cornucopia, 24. Now down to 4. I know that when it does come down to it. I would rather die than kill Jet or Noah. They have both saved me and given me hope. Two people can't win and they need a victor. It would just be easier to run away and hide in the forest. Climb up a tree of hide in the foliage, I can collect my thoughts and not be a witness to their deaths. I look over at Noah. Soundless, his face is rough looking, bloody and full of scrapes. I survey his body, his arm, nothing will be able to repair that. A knife wound has cut right through to the bone, it's as good as being amputated. If he does make it home.
If you were to ask me about the smell of rotting flesh before the games I would have laughed and joked, but now it symbolises more than putrid smells. You know that even though something bad has happened, you have been saved. It's stupid to think but it's comforting and centres my thoughts, I could be in the ground now, cold and lifeless, but there is a reason why I am still alive. Someone is looking down knowing that my life still has meaning, and that is what is keeping me sane.
Noah picked me up and saved me, I can never repay him, I asked him why and he told me that I deserved it, he told me that he cares about me too much to let me die, when he could easily save me. And also he needed my amazing first aid skills, which I didn't deny.
My mind replays earlier events, running through the hazy forest with Noah, helping with my leg and I helped move branches and bushes out the way with my knife. The smoke surrounded the forest, but have adjusted only having one working eye. I have been appreciating my vision a lot more. I look up at the sky, the stars shine and I take in the fresh night air. I think of Jet. I think of leaving him at the cornucopia, expecting to run back to him with the iodine.
A tear rolls down my cheek. This isn't unexpected, I know I like him, I know he makes me smile and losing him would be like losing vision altogether. It sounds bad but I really do truly need him. He is dependable and strong. He always knows exactly what to say. I would give anything to have met him before the games, even to have known him for a day. Without second thoughts or thinking about death before life. How much I would give to spend another moment with him. And tell him exactly how I feel, so even if I do die, He knows that I love him.