AN: I'm being nice and giving you two chapters in one day. What you have all been waiting for is coming soon… :)
Peeta
I don't know what happened. One minute Katniss is walking in front of me, the next she's flying backwards, hitting her back against a tree and then falling onto her stomach. "Katniss!" I yell and run over to her. Her eyes are closed and for a second I think she's dead and tears fill my eyes. Then I remember that I haven't heard a cannon. I press my fingers to her wrist and check her pulse. It's surprisingly fast and I'm glad that she is alive.
I look at the direction she'd been walking in before she… flew and I furrow my brow in confusion. I see a stick on the floor and I throw it in the direction. It bounces off the invisible wall and settles at my feet; a force field. I sigh in relief as I remember that her foot had made contact first. If it had been her head then I'm sure she wouldn't be alive. The thought sends shivers down my spine and I lift Katniss into my arms, deciding that I need to find a safer place for her to rest.
I find her bow and arrow and shove them into the parachute attached to her waist. Then I start walking. My arms start to ache after what seems like two hours and I look at the ground to see that the grass has disappeared and has been replaced by sand. I look up and find that we are on a beach. I look around hoping that we are alone so I don't have to fight off any tributes. I sigh in relief when I notice that the beach looks calm and peaceful. I see a large rock positioned in the sand but near the jungle that is behind it.
I carefully lay Katniss on the sand, near the rock and she stirs. I press my hand against her forehead and find that she doesn't have a fever. I sit down next to her and take her hand in mine, unsure of what to do now. After a while I take her boot off and look at the foot that had had contact with the force field. It looks bruised and swollen but I don't think it's broken. I kneel over her and turn her so her stomach is pressed against the sand. I lift her shirt a little so I can her back.
Like I expected there are scratches and little bruises here and there. Some are bleeding quite heavily so I take my shirt off and rip it so it's like a cloth. Then I walk over to the salty water and dip the material in. I remember Prim telling me that salt in a wound helps, or something like that. I walk back to Katniss and place the wet material on her back. I dab gently, not wanting to hurt her even though she is unconscious. I wash the blood off her back and let the hot sun dry her before pulling her shirt down again.
I watch her for a while and then empty the parachute. I have a few slices of bread, leaving some for Katniss later and a few gulps of sap. I know Katniss will need to drink too, especially in this heat so I pull her mouth open gently and pour a little sap inside. Then I close her mouth and she automatically swallows.
The sky starts to turn dark and my eyes feel heavy but I force myself to stay awake because anyone can find us and kill us at anytime. The twelve loud booms that echo around the arena fills my ears and I wonder, just like the first night Katniss and I heard them, what they mean.
Katniss
My flutter open and the first thing I feel is a pain in my foot and a weird tingling in my stomach. I ignore the feelings and turn my head, looking for Peeta. "Hey," his soft voice whispers and I look in the direction of the voice. I find Peeta leaning against a large rock, looking tired. I prop myself up onto my elbows and try not to wince at the shooting pain in my foot.
"How long have I been out?" I croak and clear my throat.
"Nearly twenty-four hours," he replies and I nod.
"You should get some sleep," I say and he opens his mouth to object but I glare at him and he sighs. He crawls over and lies besides me. He closes his eyes and I gently trace face features with my finger. He groans and I peck his lips lightly before letting him fall asleep.
I sit up despite my painful back and stomach and lift myself so I'm sitting on the rock. I bend over a little to look at my foot but I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop the scream that threatens to leave my throat as a shooting pain goes up my back. Obviously the pain is from where my back hit the tree and I landed on my stomach but I didn't expect it to be this bad.
I watch Peeta sleep like I bet he did with me. My stomach growls in hunger so I have a couple of slices of bread and a handful of strawberries before taking a large gulp out of the sap bottle. I close my eyes as the warm liquid flows down my throat and I groan when the sap stops coming. I open my eyes and find the bottle empty. I hate that I'll have to rely on Peeta to re-full the bottle as my foot is in no condition to walk on.
A couple of hours later Peeta wakes up and the first thing he does is ask if I'm okay. I roll my eyes; he always takes care of others rather than himself. "I'm fine," I reply. "My foot is hurting and I don't think I'll be able to walk on it much." He nods and suggests that I try walking around. I agree and he helps me walk a little before I sit down on the rock again. "I need to re-fill the bottle with sap," he says and I can tell he's reluctant to leave me on my own.
"I'll be fine," I reassure him and place my bow next to me just in case.
He nods and kisses me quickly before walking into the jungle. I sigh and close my eyes, leaning my head up so the sun beams on my face. My stomach tingles again and I rub my hand across it, wondering if I'm coming down with bug. I close my eyes again and drop my head in my hands.
I stay in this position for a while but my back starts to ache and I feel really uncomfortable. I sit up straighter and rub my back with the palms of my hands. I wince as my hands slide across bruises and cuts and I squeeze my eyes shut to stop the pain. My stomach tingles again but this time I feel a tugging sensation. I hear a loud whoosh and my eyes fly open as a warm liquid runs down my legs.
I look around; mad at the someone who had threw water on me. My eyes scan the whole beach but I find nothing, no one… except me. I look down and see a huge wet patch on my trousers. I gasp; the liquid came from me!
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