I'm running. I'm exhausted. I have to keep running, around and around the Arena, if I want to stay alive. I'm really tired. I want to stop running. I have to run, Lena is chasing me and blowing darts at me.

I hear hospital sounds. I open my eyes and look at a white ceiling.

"You're awake!" Fabiana leans over me, smiling. She's gone back to the basics in her triadic color combination - her dress is cherry red, her sash is canary yellow, and her cap is neon blue.

"Urgh," I croak. I try to turn my head to the right, to see more of the room. My face and shoulder ache.

"You're safe, everything is fine," she tells me.

I stare up at her.

"A medic was dropped in after you won and you received aid immediately," she trills. "It was quite the spectacle! He gave you an antidote for the poison in the dart, so exciting!"

"I … won?" Is that raspy voice mine?

"Yes!" She's delighted. "The very best doctors are repairing your pretty face and your arm."

I blink up at her. She pats my right shoulder. "Get some rest, sweet Cecelia."

I'm out of that fucking Arena. I fall asleep.

To be continued...