A/N Sorry for the cliffhanger on the last chapter, I couldn't help it! :) Thank you you all so much for your feedback, and thank you to my anonymous reviewer Audrey Paino, your review made my day!3 xx

I'm falling into a black bottomless sea, deeper than the night. It's so cold that it numbs me to my bones. I'm screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs for Cato. I'm being dragged further below the surface, deeper and deeper until someone-or something-catches me. It's a mirror image of myself. I try to ask her what's happening, but she smiles a devilish smile and lets me go. The cold consumes my entire being and I can still hear screaming. It's me.

I'm forced to come to my senses. I realise that I'm still in the arena.I never left. However, a very bloody Cato is still lying at my feet. Is he dead? He has to be, I heard his cannon. Too numb to cry, I simply kneel beside him and take his hand. I turn it over and run my fingers along a gaping wound in his wrist. And a barely audible groan escapes him.

"Cato?" I whisper, not letting myself consider what's happening, for fear It'll disintegrate.

"Clove." He struggles to say my name, and when he does, his voice sounds hoarse and strained. But the sound of it feels like a warm blanket being placed around my shaking shoulders.

I push his hair out of his eyes, and he closes them at my touch. "No! Cato, stay with me! You're ok. You're ok." I say urgently. He opens his eyes again and smiles slightly.

"It's ok. I'm going to fix you." I say. "Lie still."

I hold the wound closed with my left hand and reach for my backpack with the other. I think there was a needle in there somewhere.

I pull out the needle and begin to stitch the wound. This is both messy and painful, because I keep stabbing myself with the needle. I never could sew. He almost certainly collapsed from blood loss. In the time it took him to get here he must of lost buckets of it.

His teeth are gritted and there's sweat pouring down his face as he tries not to cry out. His blue eyes are dull with pain and he's deathly white. I'm not entirely sure I want to know what happened.

Once I'm done, I put his head on my lap and begin tending to the cuts on his arms and the one under his eye.

"He wasn't dead." Cato mutters angrily.

"Who wasn't?" I ask, somewhat absent mindedly, preoccupied with cleaning him up.

"Peeta Mellark. But I finished him. He didn't go down without a fight though." He adds, brandishing his wrist. "He still had a knife."

He's dead then. Lover Boy. It was his cannon. This means only one thing.

"You heard the announcement? Cato, we're the only team left! We're going to get out of here!" I tell him. "This is all going to be over soon!" He tries to sit up but I push his shoulders back to the ground.

I lean down and kiss him with all the words I could never say, He pulls me down on top of him and we just lie there, like that for a while.

"God Cato, we're just led out here, in the open with neither of us in peak condition for fighting. We should find shelter." I say, but no real concern weighs on me. Tributes who are fighting alone aren't going to make an effort to pick the two of us out. All the same, I help him to his feet and we head over to our where our old tent still stands with excrutiating slowness.

I lie him down in the tent and then settle myself beside him. "Well this is an unexpected turn of events." Cato says sarcastically.

"Just be glad you didn't die and we still have the chance to go back to 2." I reply. "I'm going to sleep. You should too. Maybe we'll be back in 2 this time tomorrow." I yawn and curl up next to Cato with my head on his chest.

He puts a protective arm around me and whispers, "Time almost stands still when we're together. We could've lived a thousand lifetimes, and know nothing about it."

Cato is an all around better person than I. When he says things like this, I don't know what I should say. The Capitol have turned me into a heartless killing machine. I don't feel. But when I'm with Cato, there is something hot and fierce deep within me. This must be love. It's violent and painful, but I need it.

So I smile, and drift into sleep, letting myself feel almost happy for the first time in my life.

A/N So, now you know Cato's alive what did you think? I would love your feedback! Remember you don't need an account to submit a review, thank you beautiful people xxx