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When
I
reach
the
limb
that
supports
the
nest
,
the
humming
becomes
more
distinctive
.
But
it
's
still
oddly
subdued
if
these
are
tracker
jackers
.
It
's
the
smoke
,
I
think
.
It
's
sedated
them
.
This
was
the
one
defense
the
rebels
found
to
battle
the
wasps
.
The
seal
of
the
Capitol
shines
above
me
and
the
anthem
blares
out
.
It
's
now
or
never
,
I
think
,
and
begin
to
saw
.
Blisters
burst
on
my
right
hand
as
I
awkwardly
drag
the
knife
back
and
forth
.
Once
I
've
got
a
groove
,
the
work
requires
less
effort
but
is
almost
more
than
I
can
handle
.
I
grit
my
teeth
and
saw
away
occasionally
glancing
at
the
sky
to
register
that
there
were
no
deaths
today
.
That
's
all
right
.
The
audience
will
be
sated
seeing
me
injured
and
treed
and
the
pack
below
me
.
But
the
anthem
's
running
out
and
I
'm
only
three
quarters
of
the
way
through
the
wood
when
the
music
ends
,
the
sky
goes
dark
,
and
I
'm
forced
to
stop
.
Now
what
?
I
could
probably
finish
off
the
job
by
sense
of
feel
but
that
may
not
be
the
smartest
plan
.
If
the
wasps
are
too
groggy
,
if
the
nest
catches
on
its
way
down
,
if
I
try
to
escape
,
this
could
all
be
a
deadly
waste
of
time
.
Better
,
I
think
,
to
sneak
up
here
at
dawn
and
send
the
nest
into
my
enemies
.
In
the
faint
light
of
the
Careers
'
torches
,
I
inch
back
down
to
my
fork
to
find
the
best
surprise
I
've
ever
had
.
Sitting
on
my
sleeping
bag
is
a
small
plastic
pot
attached
to
a
silver
parachute
.
My
first
gift
from
a
sponsor
!
Haymitch
must
have
had
it
sent
in
during
the
anthem
.
The
pot
easily
fits
in
the
palm
of
my
hand
.
What
can
it
be
?
Not
food
surely
.
I
unscrew
the
lid
and
I
know
by
the
scent
that
it
's
medicine
.
Cautiously
,
I
probe
the
surface
of
the
ointment
.
The
throbbing
in
my
fingertip
vanishes
.
"
Oh
,
Haymitch
,
"
I
whisper
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
He
has
not
abandoned
me
.
Not
left
me
to
fend
entirely
for
myself
.
The
cost
of
this
medicine
must
be
astronomical
.
Probably
not
one
but
many
sponsors
have
contributed
to
buy
this
one
tiny
pot
.
To
me
,
it
is
priceless
.
I
dip
two
fingers
in
the
jar
and
gently
spread
the
balm
over
my
calf
.
The
effect
is
almost
magical
,
erasing
the
pain
on
contact
,
leaving
a
pleasant
cooling
sensation
behind
.
This
is
no
herbal
concoction
that
my
mother
grinds
up
out
of
woodland
plants
,
it
's
high-tech
medicine
brewed
up
in
the
Capitol
's
labs
.
When
my
calf
is
treated
,
I
rub
a
thin
layer
into
my
hands
.
After
wrapping
the
pot
in
the
parachute
,
I
nestle
it
safely
away
in
my
pack
.
Now
that
the
pain
has
eased
,
it
's
all
I
can
do
to
reposition
myself
in
my
bag
before
I
plunge
into
sleep
.
A
bird
perched
just
a
few
feet
from
me
alerts
me
that
a
new
day
is
dawning
.
In
the
gray
morning
light
,
I
examine
my
hands
.
The
medicine
has
transformed
all
the
angry
red
patches
to
a
soft
baby-skin
pink
.
My
leg
still
feels
inflamed
,
but
that
burn
was
far
deeper
.
I
apply
another
coat
of
medicine
and
quietly
pack
up
my
gear
.
Whatever
happens
,
I
'm
going
to
have
to
move
and
move
fast
.
I
also
make
myself
eat
a
cracker
and
a
strip
of
beef
and
drink
a
few
cups
of
water
.
Almost
nothing
stayed
in
my
stomach
yesterday
,
and
I
'm
already
starting
to
feel
the
effects
of
hunger
.
Below
me
,
I
can
see
the
Career
pack
and
Peeta
asleep
on
the
ground
.
By
her
position
,
leaning
up
against
the
trunk
of
the
tree
,
I
'd
guess
Glimmer
was
supposed
to
be
on
guard
,
but
fatigue
overcame
her
.
