Okay. Here's where things start to get MEGA interesting, if they haven't already ^_^ (Warning: This includes parts where your jaw drops and you go, "I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE WROTE THAT.")
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The first thing I do is cry out in pain. "Elijah!" Sadie calls. She runs over to where I am and kneels down. She examines my burnt leg. She cringes a bit, and I can tell that it's really bad.
"That looks like it hurts," she says. "Of course it hurts. Who am I kidding? Your leg was on fire!"
My jaw drops. "It was?" I ask her. That probably explains why my leg feels like it's exploding.
"Yeah," she says. "Here. Let me help you stand up. The best remedy for a burnt leg is cold water." She stands up and holds out a hand to me. I take her hand and she helps me up until I yelp out in pain again.
"AHH!" I say. "I think I broke my wrist in that arm." I grit my teeth. My hand feels like someone crushed it and then is ripping it off. She takes my other hand, and helps me up. It's actually not that bad, if I put all my weight on my left foot.
I put most of my weight onto Sadie and she helps me to the shore of the water. My boots and socks were somehow knocked off when I was fighting the monster, so Sadie is saved from having to help me get them off. My feet are probably stinky. She helps me to the shore and lets me sit down. She takes out her knife, and without asking, cuts off the leg of my pants so the burned shin is showing. It is blistered and the skin is charred.
"Darn," is all Sadie says. She takes the cloth she just ripped off my pants and dips it in the water, and puts it one me. The cloth really helps with the pain, but how will it heal? what about my wrist? "I'll go gather some wood and sea-weed to make you a splint," she says, and is immediately off.
I take this time to see if there's any other injuries besides this one. I look at my hand that is broken and I see a large gash on it. "Oh, well," I say. Now's not the time to worry about simple gashes. Now's the time to worry if a burnt leg and a broken wrist means death or vulnerability to death.
Well, my body's been pretty beaten up over the last few days. Going through shock is now almost a daily thing, and that's not doing anything good for me. I've gotten various minor injuries over the past few days, and now my right leg's covered in blisters and right wrist is broken. What will this mean for me?
After pondering various forms of my death, which has now really struck me in the face that it could happen, Sadie comes back with two planks of wood and a hunk of seaweed she gathered. I hold out my broken wrist, and she works magic, and makes a really tight and good splint.
"How do you know how to do that?" I ask her.
"Well, my parents are my town's doctors. I mean, there's the occasional little kid who almost drowns while learning to swim, and there's the occasional doofus who accidentally stabs their own foot with their trident, and other stuff, so I guess it's in my blood," she explains. She looks up at the sky. "Wow. The sun is going to set in about an hour. We need to get back to camp otherwise we've lost all our supplies."
"Yeah," I say. I really don't want to leave. I honestly don't feel like walking a couple of miles. Sadie takes the cloth from my leg and it's all I can do not to beg and whine for it back because my leg is flaming up again. She helps me stand up and I put some of my weight on Sadie and I awkwardly start limping back to camp.
I block out the pain as best as I can. This also means blocking out the rest of the world, and going into the third sub-conscious walking state of the day.
After what seems like hours of walking- even though it was an hour and a half at the most, we stumble upon camp. Sadie sits me down next to the glowing coals of the fire that we had earlier today and goes to retrieve the food in our tree as I sit there, watching the sun go down.
Sadie comes back and starts skinning and de-boning a fish with her knife, her expert hands doing every little move like she was meant to. She skins four fish, and then sets them on the hot coals to cook.
"How's your leg doing?" She asks as she pokes the coals with a stick.
"A little bit better," I manage to get out. "But . . . it still REALLY hurts," I say. It's all I can do not to start wailing. My leg is hurting that much and did not appreciate being walked on for an hour and a half.
Both of us hear a SWOOSH- the sound of something small landing on the sand. We look over, and see a small container and a parachute."Is that. . .?" Sadie asks. She goes over to investigate. She brings back a container of ointment. "A gift from a sponsor?"
"Looks like it," I choke out. My leg is in so much pain, it almost hurts to talk. She looks at my leg and then the ointment. She unscrews the cap and then starts dabbing it onto my leg. "OH MY-" I say. I take a huge sigh of relief as the medicine is sucking out the pain. I can't find anymore words except for, "MORE!" I beg. I grab the container from her and start glopping it onto my leg. "Ohhhhhh," I say. It feels amazing.
Minutes later, I see that Sadie has made dinner. Fish sandwiches. "Very creative, you know, using our sources of bread and fish and making a fish sandwich," I say as I gulp down one as fast as I can. I haven't had anything to eat the whole day and I'm starving. Maybe you do have a chance of surviving. I think to myself.
I am surprised when I hear the anthem of the Capitol. Chill out! It's just the death toll! I think before I have a heart attack. I look up in the sky. First, I see the smiling face of Fish, and then Seth, with a smirk on his face, like he's saying, I'm so going to win this thing. Well, look, buddy, you just died, so I guess not.
I look back at Sadie, and I can see a tear in her eye. That's right I think. Fish was her fellow tribute. I scoot myself over to her. "Hey, it's okay," I tell her. I then give her a hug. She takes my shoulder gratefully and starts bawling.
Congratulations, Elijah. You have a cute girl bawling on your shoulder, I hear a voice in my head say.
So? I reply to the voice.
She likes you! Kiss her! says the voice. It's all I can do not to yell "NO WAY!" back seeing as that would be very unfitting. After a few minutes, Sadie lets go of my shoulder, and dumps water all over the coals. She then moves over and lies down in the sand. I go lie down next to her.
"It'll be okay," I promise, but in response, I get the snore of Sadie. Good riddance. She's probably really tired. And I fall asleep too, next to her.
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I am woken up in the morning by the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Sadie is still sleeping next to me. Seconds later, she wakes up too. She sits up and yawns. "How's your leg doing?" she asks.
I take a good look at my leg and see it's improved. A whole bunch. The redness has died down and my shin is now covered in baby pink blisters. "It's doing a lot better," I say.
"You know, I've thought about it, and I've now realized that I will survive without Fish," Sadie says.
"Yeah," I mumble.
"I mean, he was a great friend, but I really should've been prepared for this from the start," she continues.
"Yeah," I say. I look back up to her face. It is inches from mine. I am not prepared for this.
"You really helped comfort me," she whispers.
Her lips touch mine for only a second until there is a searing pain in my back and everything goes black.
You (via Review): Did you just kill your main character?
Me: *gains sudden interest in shoes.* Maybe.