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Sick
and
disoriented
,
I
'm
able
to
form
only
one
thought
:
Peeta
Mellark
just
saved
my
life
.
Then
the
ants
bore
into
my
eyes
and
I
black
out
.
I
enter
a
nightmare
from
which
I
wake
repeatedly
only
to
find
a
greater
terror
awaiting
me
.
All
the
things
I
dread
most
,
all
the
things
I
dread
for
others
manifest
in
such
vivid
detail
I
ca
n't
help
but
believe
they
're
real
.
Each
time
I
wake
,
I
think
,
At
last
,
this
is
over
,
but
it
is
n't
.
It
's
only
the
beginning
of
a
new
chapter
of
torture
.
How
many
ways
do
I
watch
Prim
die
?
Relive
my
father
's
last
moments
?
Feel
my
own
body
ripped
apart
?
This
is
the
nature
of
the
tracker
jacker
venom
,
so
carefully
created
to
target
the
place
where
fear
lives
in
your
brain
.
When
I
finally
do
come
to
my
senses
,
I
lie
still
,
waiting
for
the
next
onslaught
of
imagery
.
But
eventually
I
accept
that
the
poison
must
have
finally
worked
its
way
out
of
my
system
,
leaving
my
body
wracked
and
feeble
.
I
'm
still
lying
on
my
side
,
locked
in
the
fetal
position
.
I
lift
a
hand
to
my
eyes
to
find
them
sound
,
untouched
by
ants
that
never
existed
.
Simply
stretching
out
my
limbs
requires
an
enormous
effort
.
So
many
parts
of
me
hurt
,
it
does
n't
seem
worthwhile
taking
inventory
of
them
.
Very
,
very
slowly
I
manage
to
sit
up
.
I
'm
in
a
shallow
hole
,
not
filled
with
the
humming
orange
bubbles
of
my
hallucination
but
with
old
,
dead
leaves
.
My
clothing
's
damp
,
but
I
do
n't
know
whether
pond
water
,
dew
,
rain
,
or
sweat
is
the
cause
.
For
a
long
time
,
all
I
can
do
is
take
tiny
sips
from
my
bottle
and
watch
a
beetle
crawl
up
the
side
of
a
honeysuckle
bush
.
How
long
have
I
been
out
?
It
was
morning
when
I
lost
reason
.
Now
it
's
afternoon
.
But
the
stiffness
in
my
joints
suggests
more
than
a
day
has
passed
,
even
two
possibly
.
If
so
,
I
'll
have
no
way
of
knowing
which
tributes
survived
that
tracker
jacker
attack
.
Not
Glimmer
or
the
girl
from
District
4
.
But
there
was
the
boy
from
District
1
,
both
tributes
from
District
2
,
and
Peeta
.
Did
they
die
from
the
stings
?
Certainly
if
they
lived
,
their
last
days
must
have
been
as
horrid
as
my
own
.
And
what
about
Rue
?
She
's
so
small
,
it
would
n't
take
much
venom
to
do
her
in
.
But
then
again
.
the
tracker
jackers
would
've
had
to
catch
her
,
and
she
had
a
good
head
start
.
A
foul
,
rotten
taste
pervades
my
mouth
,
and
the
water
has
little
effect
on
it
.
I
drag
myself
over
to
the
honeysuckle
bush
and
pluck
a
flower
.
I
gently
pull
the
stamen
through
the
blossom
and
set
the
drop
of
nectar
on
my
tongue
.
The
sweetness
spreads
through
my
mouth
,
down
my
throat
,
warming
my
veins
with
memories
of
summer
,
and
my
home
woods
and
Gale
's
presence
beside
me
.
For
some
reason
,
our
discussion
from
that
last
morning
comes
back
to
me
.
"
We
could
do
it
,
you
know
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
Leave
the
district
.
Run
off
.
Live
in
the
woods
.
You
and
I
,
we
could
make
it
.
"
