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My feet back up and I blend into the trees. This has happened before but I've always had Gale with me, this time I'm on my own. Why has it been turned on? Did someone see me slip through the entrance and report it? I carefully look around and there are no Peacekeepers in sight.
I look up at the sky, the clouds are gathering as they begin turning dark with rain. Any contact with the chain link would mean instant electrocution. I spot a maple tree with a high branch. I begin to climb up the tree trying my best to avoid the pointy branches but nevertheless, they scrape my face bringing up fresh cuts upon my face as well as my arms. I reach to the branch and take a good look down at the jump I'm going to make. Although I'm experienced with tree climbing this is a dangerous drop. But I have no other choice.
I slowly lower myself until I'm hanging by my hands. I close my eyes and the image of the dandelion fills my thoughts again before I gather the courage and release my fingers. I land on the soggy floor with a jolt; earning a few more scrapes and cuts on the way.
I wince in pain and try to see the damaged. I've defiantly broken something I know that for sure. My hair is soaked in mud, disheveled and plastered across my forehead. I manage to lift myself up of the ground and walk, or limp, carefully back home, thankful that we only live a couple houses down.
As I open the door the wind is knocked out of me when Prim crushes me into a hug, "Oh Katniss, you took forever! I was so worried!" she says burying her face into my wet jacket.
I try not to wince as she continues to crush me in her tight grip. When I don't say anything she looks up and notices the cuts on my face as well as my arms. She gasps in shock and lets go of me, "Katniss what happened!" she asks frantically.
"We need to get you upstairs right away!" she gets into nurse mood and rushes me upstairs into the bathroom. She quickly fills a tub of lukewarm water and helps me undress and get into the basin.
The warm water feels so refreshing against my bare skin. I slowly close my eyes and sit there while Prim gently begins to untie the knots in my back and shoulders.
We stay silent for a while as she then goes onto scrub me down, washing away the dirt and the mud. "How bad is it?" I ask hoarsely.
"It could be worse," she says honestly as she continues to gently scrub me down.
"Its good you've been learning from mother. We could always use another nurse in the family. You're really good," I tell her truthfully as I watch her in deep concentration as she then places a flannel under my eye where the bad cut rests.
Her cheeks turn pink at the compliment and she ducks her head. "I still need a lot of practice."
I finally get out of the water a while later and dress in my nightclothes. Prim then brushes my hair. She continues to brush it until its smooth and straight. She doesn't braid it into the traditional style, yet she leaves it down and then bandages my knee and hands.
She pulls down the covers on the bed and I crawl in, taking pleasure in the feeling of the mattress sinking to accommodate my body. She then gently tucks the blankets around me.
"Now do you want to tell Nurse Prim what happened?" she asks as she raises her eyebrows and sits on the edge of the bed.
I sigh in defeat tell her how I suddenly didn't feel like hunting and accidently fell asleep leaving out the lake part. I then go on to tell her about the fence and how the electricity was turned on and had to resort into climbing up the tree. "I feel much better now," I tell her truthfully.
Prim nods her head in approval, "Get some rest". But before I close my eyes she grips tightly onto my hand and I look into her eyes and see thankfulness and revilement. She doesn't need to say it; I already know what those eyes mean. Don't do it again, I could've lost you.