I don't have even a second to wonder what he means because my head is struck with such a sudden, sharp pain that I can hear it pounding.
I feel a strong force shaking my shoulders, violently trying to get me up.
"Clove! Get up!" the voice yells, "Wake up! Come on! Please don't be dead!" the voice is screaming now, "CLOVE!" I hear Cato scream.
My eyes flutter open and instead of seeing the crisp white ceiling that I have grown so accustom to waking up to, I see blue sky, trees, and Cato's teary face blurred with my dizziness. Behind Cato I see the cornucopia. I see Katniss and Thresh running off in different directions as fast as they can.
"Clove! Come on, Clove! Please!" Cato is screaming, his tears dripping down onto my numb face.
I slowly feel my eyes begin to shut, I see a white light and I am suddenly enveloped in it. I suppose the mind does crazy things when your skull has been bashed in by a rock.
I become lost in the light as Cato's screams become lesser, quieter, softer, and I barely feel the pressure of his lips pressed onto mine.
I hear the canon boom in the distance, as if in a faint memory. I look around me into the white nothingness that surrounds me. I look down to where my body should be but all I see is a puff of white smoke. I am nowhere and I am no one.
I never found out who really won the 74th Hunger Games. I never found Cato in heaven, either. But that's not how the games work. In the games, there are no happy endings.