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When I wake up the first thing I can think of is how much clearer my thoughts are. I don't feel any pain in my head and know the medicine from the Capitol has done the trick. I open my eyes to see Cato in the same position he was in when I had been pulled under by the drug. Seeing that I am now awake, Cato asks,

"Are you ok?" And I say, voice returned to normal,

"Yes, I'm fine. I don't feel a thing." Cato kisses me in response, but I'm worried about him It was evident that he had been awake all night watching over me. He is paler then I have ever seen, due to blood loss and Thresh had given him some pretty bad wounds.

"Let me fix you up." I tell him and he doesn't resist. I take out our only remaining first aid kit and rummage around, seeing what I have to work with. I start with his face and use an anti-bacterial wipe to clean out the jagged cuts all over his features. Once I've finished that, I use a large gauze bandage wrap to secure his knee. I saved his arm for last, knowing what I would have to do, but trying to put it off. I get another wipe out to sterilize it first and Cato grimaces in pain as I swipe it over the injury.

"Sorry." I say, knowing I will only be pouting salt into the wound when I have to stitch him up.

"Thresh was good." Cato says. I say nothing, waiting to hear the whole story.

"After I brought you to the tent, I went to the void where he had been hiding for the entire game. He had made himself a nice camp there and had more supplies then I thought. I was sneaking around the area when he threw a rock at me. It hit my knee. I didn't feel anything though, because I just thought about how he had hit you with a rock. It just made me angry. That was what happened, right?"

"Yea. He slammed a rock into my head, but I moved. A couple of inches and I would have been dead within minutes." As interested as I am in Cato's story, I'm also glad that he is occupied as he tells me what happened. I'm hoping it will keep him distracted as I continue to sew up his arm. It's rather messy business and I'm sure he is just as glad as I am to be distracted by something else.

"So after the rock hit my leg, something just clicked and I knew I had to end him. We fought for a day and a half in the storm. He gave me this cut with my own sword. He had disarmed me at one point. That's how strong he was. I knew I had to end him though and get back to you fast, before something bad happened with your head." Cato seems to be done telling me about the fight and I am done fixing up his arm, so I ask him the question I've wanted desperately to know.

"How'd you do it?"

"With a rock, Clove." and his voice breaks at this,

"I thought you were dead. When I saw you on the ground, I..." Cato seems to be struggling to find the right words.

"Clove, it was the worst feeling in the world. I don't even know what I would have done if your canon went off... I probably would have gone mad. And when you closed your eyes while I had you in my lap, I thought for sure I had lost you. I sat there, waiting in dread for a canon because I promised you I would stay. And then after five minutes, I started to think that maybe you weren't gone. I tried not to get my hopes up. I convinced myself that there was nothing I could do but go after Thresh. And that night when your face didn't show up in the sky, I actually allowed myself to hope that you could still make it. I was hoping that if I got Thresh, even if I died too, that our mentors would send you medicine. When I heard you call my name and I saw you walking towards me, that was the happiest moment of my life. I was so scared, Clove. I was so scared that I was going to be alone."

I find myself at a loss for words after Cato's speech. I lean into him as he puts a protective arm around me.

"Thank you." I say finally. It's a thank you for killing Thresh. A thank you for getting the medicine. A thank you for coming back to me and a thank you for staying beside me when we both thought I had only moments to live. Those two words don't even begin to cover my feelings at the moment, but they are all I can manage.

After a while, I go to refill our canteens and insist that Cato drink, seeing as he is still quite pale.

"So what was in our bag?" I ask Cato, suddenly remembering the entire purpose of the feast. Cato grabs the two large backpacks marked "2" and "11" and opens them.

"Body armor." He says, holding up two flesh-colored mesh bodysuits. I throw my head back and laugh. Body armor! We were truly a force to be reckoned with now. How could anyone kill us when we had complete protection? The gamemakers might as well had handed us the crowns.

"What was in Thresh's bag?" I ask.

"Weapons." Cato tells me. "Apparently he only had rocks down there and nothing else. I don't even think he had a knife before the feast." So Cato and I were well equipped now. We had more weapons and armor. We were practically invincible. However, since my incident with Thresh, I have become less cocky. I know know that Cato and I are, in fact, beatable. I'm sure Cato is exhausted from his fight with Thresh as well as him watching me while the medicine healed me and despite the fact that I have been unconscious for a majority of the past few days, I wouldn't say no to sleeping right now. I suggest this to Cato and we proceed to clamber into the one sleeping bag together.

Cato and I hold onto each other tighter then ever before now that we had almost lost each other for good. Cato suddenly tugs on my shoulder, so I roll over to face him, surprised to see the concern and urgency in his expression.

"What?" I ask him, wondering what could be on his mind to cause him to look so worried.

"Is the baby ok?" My eyes widen as I remember that I'm pregnant. How did I let something like that slip form my mind? My hands go instinctively to my stomach, right under Cato's hands as I feel my abdomen. Everything feels ok, but that could be from the medicine I had taken if there had been a painkiller in it. I hop out of the sleeping bag and unzip my pants. Relief washes over me when I see no blood present on my pants or underwear. Do I actually care for the child I am carrying?

"I'm fine." I tell Cato and his expression relaxes immediately. I get back into the sleeping bag, facing Cato this time. I figure since we are already on a personal topic, I might as well ask him about the ring now.

"Why did you give me this?" I ask him, staring into his eyes while holding up my left hand. Cato reaches out his hand from the depths of the sleeping bag and runs his thumb over the diamond.

"I wanted you to have it before you died." He responds quietly.

"You know that if you don't want to, you can have it back." Cato understands me, even if I couldn't actually say the words "get married" in the sentence.

"Are you kidding?" Cato says, "I would never want it back. I gave it to you for a reason. I was so mad at myself that I hadn't given it to you before the feast. I thought you were going to die not knowing..." Not knowing what? That he loved me? That he cared about me? I already knew those things. A ring didn't change anything, really. It certainly didn't change our feelings about each other.

"Oh Cato." I say, "I always knew." Cato shifts into a comfortable sleeping position with me pressed into him.

"We're both gonna get out of here." He says before closing his eyes. And I believe him.

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