Nothing interesting happens for the rest of the day. I avoid Quinn as much as possible, and retire to bed early.
I wake up well before dawn, and pad down to the living room, stopping to ask a Capitol attendant to make me a hot chocolate.
I'm curled up on the couch, watching the cameras placed throughout the arena switch between sleeping tributes when it happens.
They linger on Katniss longer than they have on the other tributes when I realise something is wrong. Then I hear the crackling. Apparently Katniss hears it too, because she stirs, looking around in confusion, before she sees the wall of fire rapidly approaching her.
She scrabbles to get down from the tree, fumbling with the belt she's been using to secure herself in. She manages to release herself, and slams to the ground, jumping up as quickly as she fell.
Grabbing her bag, she shoves in the belt before taking off through the forest.
She follows the animals that are running through the undergrowth, pulling her t-shirt up to shield her face from the smoke.
I'm so far on the edge of my seat watching her that I'm sat more on my legs than the chair. Katniss continues to run through the smoking forest, hurdling over a fallen branch. She doesn't jump high enough though, and the bottom of her jacket catches on fire. She quickly rips it from her body, stomping on it to put out the embers, before rolling it up and shoving it in her sleeping bag.
For a minute, it looks like she's going to move again, before she leans over, and vomits.
She looks around, getting her baring, and starts to move when a massive fireball shoots through the trees, narrowly missing her. She drops to the ground just as the next fireball hisses past where she was standing, hitting a tree and engulfing it in flame.
She gets up and scrambles away, just in time to avoid another fireball hitting the ground where she was just lay.
"What's up Sandbags?" I hadn't even noticed Sue enter the room, but I shush her and motion towards the television. I hear her mumble a swearword under her breath before she takes a seat next to me.
We both watch in silence as Katniss thunders through the undergrowth of the forest, dodging fireballs until she has to stop to vomit again. She leans over and retches, bile blackened by the smoke spewing out her mouth.
She's disorientated, looking at the end of her braid in confusion when the next fireball comes hissing through the trees. She isn't fast enough to get out of the way, and the fireball licks up her right leg. Her pants become alight, and she screams, moving away from the fire and patting at her leg.
And then it's over.
Katniss sits for a little bit, panting and trying to inspect her leg, before she decides she isn't safe and moves a little away, seemingly watching the smoke dissipate.
When I've gotten dressed for the day, and grabbed a plate of food, Katniss is lay on her stomach in front of a spring, bathing her hands.
I watch her sit up and swing her leg round to inspect it, and I feel like throwing up. The skin is gone, and in its place is bright red, angry muscle. Katniss herself looks like she's going to faint. However, she takes a few deep breaths, before she dips it into the water, sighing softly in relief.
"We need to send her something." I tell Sue. She nods.
"When she's safe, if she moves, she might miss it." I know Sue's right, but part of me wants to send it now.
I watch her put her pack back together, wincing in pain every time she moves her hands, then making a small meal.
It's when we're down in the City Center, drumming up more support, that all hell breaks loose.