Chapter 4 (Nate POV)
I left Nadia's room when she fell asleep, even though I didn't want to. Ammie would come in, see us and think too much of it. Hurrying back to my room, I saw a small girl hunched in a corner. I was in a hurry to get back but...I put my hand on her shaking arm "Hey, what's up?"
She jumped and her head snapped up. She sniffed and whispered that nothing was wrong. I didn't believe her. "What's your name?"
"Ali-Rose. District 13."
"Ali-Rose, now tell me what's wrong?"
"It's just...everything!" ,She sobbed, "The Games, leaving my family- and let's face it I won't be going back-,just EVERYTHING." She stood up and ran off presumably in the direction of her compartment.
Well, that was weird, I thought. In my room you could look out of a small window, the trees were almost black in this light, you couldn't see anything. I couldn't sleep. I stepped outside into the corridor and wandered along it a bit. Without realising it I'd come to the District 2 compartment. I quickly turned to go when I heard a bloodcurdling scream pierce the air. Without thinking I ran toward the sound. After a few seconds I could hear light whimpering. I saw Velvet, the District 2 tribute, repeatedly bringing down a knife on a girls, the one that screamed, arm. The girl looked up at me crying she mouthed 'Help'. Velvet's head jerked up, when she saw me she ran. The girl collapsed. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to Nadia's room, she'd know what to do.
(Nadia POV)
I woke by the sound of my door being banged open. It was still dark outside, who could it be? Nate ran in holding a girl drenched in glistening blood. I stared at him in shock. Katri. "W-What happened to her?"
"I saw someone stabbing her. Nadz, I don't know how to help her. But you do. You have to." Way to put me on the spot. I jumped of my bed and whipped off the duvet. I ordered him to lie Katri on the empty bed and to get Ria and Paisley, the District 12 mentor. The only sign of life coming from her was her shallow and uneven breathing. She was as white as a sheet and had made my bed go a deadly shade of red. I brushed her dark hair away from her hot sticky forehead. I found a flannel from my bathroom and wet it then lay it on her forehead to cool her. Now the bit I'd been dreading, tending the wound. I realised Nate hadn't told me where she'd been stabbed. I was pretty sure I'd find out soon enough. The place where most of the blood was seeping from was her arm. I gingerly lifted her sleeve, she winced, there was up to 10 punctures in her right arm. All bleeding. I grabbed a few more wet flannels and placed them over the wounds. They too were red within a few seconds, she was losing too much blood. She'd be dead before the Games even started. Ria and Paisley burst through the door. They took one look at Katri and me, my hands soaked in her blood, and Paisley went running for a doctor. Ria came to stand next to me, put her arm round my shoulder as I cried and steered me toward the sink. She gently washed Katri's blood off my hands and down the drain. When I'd regained control of my emotions, I walked back to the bedroom. Doctors swarmed around the bed with different potions and lotions for her to try. An hour late the swarm cleared and they carried her to a medical room. Katri sat in the hospital bed breathing heavily with her arm and half her shoulder in bandages. She was attached to an IV and appeared considerably better than when she'd arrived in my room.