The first thing I was aware of when I woke up was a pain in my left side.

I groaned and blearily opened my eyes, and found, what was the word..?

A jungle!

The word was almost foreign to my mind, but not completely. I'd heard my father talk about the place occasionally.

With a lot of sharp cries and moans, I managed to get myself in an upright position, and immediately took in my surroundings.

Tall, thin, rubbery-looking trees with spiky leaves were everywhere.

The ground was soft, soft with moss.

I could spot various animals, but none seemed harmful.

I pulled myself to my feet, with only a slight wince, and started walking a bit.

I took note of all the animals.

There were furry little things, similar to rats. Or possums.

There were also birds with colourful feathers. I was about to shoot one down when I realised I hadn't brought my bow with me.

Darn it..

'KATNISS!' A familiar voice suddenly screams. I'm jumped out of my annoyed stupor, and run for the boy I love, the boy with the bread.

I crash through the jungle earth, snatching vines out of my way, when I crash into someone and lay sprawled on the ground.

I let out a guttural noise of pain, but I'm quickly hauled upward.

Thinking it was another tribute, getting ready to kill me, I hastily shoved them off me, but upon seeing it was Peeta, I let out an embarrassing shriek and ran at him again, smashing into his strong arms.

So much pain! It was horrible! I immediately hunched into a crouching position, clutching my side.

Peeta was.. Peeta was crying? Sure enough, his sobs could be heard.

'Don't you ever do that to me again!' he sobbed, and pulled me into his arms once again.

'P-Peeta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare y-' I was cut off by Peeta.

'You just running off like that! Without waking me up!' He cried. Now I felt bad.

'I'm sorry. Peeta, I'm sorry.' Was all I could say. I stroked his blonde hair as he clung onto me, as though he thought I'd drift away if he let go. He eventually regained his composure, and let go of me. Though his face was red and puffy.

'Hey,' I whispered. 'You alright there? It's not like I died.'

'You could've. I thought you did.' Peeta replied defensively. His eyes then went to my side, and his eyes softened. 'Come on, your wound is bleeding.'

We walked, me stumbled, back to where I first woke up, and actually saw that Peeta had made a sort of hut. How long was I out?

I voiced my question, and Peeta shrugged. 'I don't really know. At least a night. You did lose a lot of blood though.' He cringed.

'Did you see how many died in the bloodbath?' I asked, sitting down while he tended to my cut.

I only just saw what it was like then, and Peeta had wrapped it in moss. Very absorbent stuff, it seems.

When Peeta removed the moss, I almost fainted again.

I gash obviously incredibly deep went as wide as my hand, and it was still bleeding terribly.

I gulped.

So did Peeta, but he tried acting nonchalant. 'Uh, y-yeah. There were twelve people.'

I nodded in understanding, and only winced when Peeta dabbed at a particular painful part of the cut,

Once he was done wrapping my waist in plenty of moss and leaves, we both decided it was best to get our rest.

I insisted we went up a tree, but Peeta immediately argued, claiming I wasn't strong enough.

I eventually complied, though grudgingly, and we both settled down at the camp Peeta made.

I thought I distinctly heard Peeta whispering the words, 'Haymitch', 'Medecine,' and, 'Sober.'

I snuggled up closer to him, and dreaded the day I'd wake up, knowing it would only bring danger, dismay and misery.