Hi. We're on Everett now. God help me now. I have the list of tributes on my profile and the Districts available are Male 7,8,9 and 11. Okay, that's it.
Everett's PoV:
Ouch, my waffling leg is still broken. Ouch, ouch, OUCH! Angela is off to grab some herbs or something like that for my leg. She's wonderful. I have lost all faith in myself and winning but she could do it.
I'm so bored but I learnt that the hard way. Don't. Get. BORED. Simple. Angela's back and she has the painful idea of changing my bandages. Oh this is going to hurt. I hold my breath as she peels away layer after layer of the cast. When the wound was finally uncovered, I nearly threw up.
The gash was half- healed, scabbing over and dried blood covered my leg. I braced myself as Angela cleaned off the dried blood but, thankfully, fresh blood was not drawn. The cut looked okay and Angela took the risk of recasting the leg. She covered it in some paste that smelled like a troll's armpit and covered that with a layer of bandages, over and over until my leg was well and truly mummified. I moved it gingerly and found it hurt slightly less. Good job, Angela.
I managed to stand for two seconds before collapsing on the ground. I've spent so much time sitting, I've forgotten how to balance. Practice standing. Goal. Learn to stand before you are slaughtered. Bang!
The cannon goes off! I see the face of the District 6 male in the sky. I've forgotten his name. He grins lopsided in the sky, dead as dust. Bye, I guess. How many dead now? Marik, Jacky, Ali, Rhia, Caren, Artema, Skyla, Raven, Kadence, Brooke. So many! 11 out of 24. So many deaths. Only 12 left to die.