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I
crouch
down
beside
him
.
No
matter
what
happens
,
I
tell
myself
,
do
n't
stop
until
he
's
in
the
water
.
"
On
three
,
"
I
say
.
"
One
,
two
,
three
!
"
I
can
only
manage
one
full
roll
before
I
have
to
stop
because
of
the
horrible
sound
he
's
making
.
Now
he
's
on
the
edge
of
the
stream
.
Maybe
this
is
better
anyway
.
"
Okay
,
change
of
plans
.
I
'm
not
going
to
put
you
all
the
way
in
,
"
I
tell
him
.
Besides
,
if
I
get
him
in
,
who
knows
if
I
'd
ever
be
able
to
get
him
out
?
"
No
more
rolling
?
"
he
asks
.
"
That
's
all
done
.
Let
's
get
you
cleaned
up
.
Keep
an
eye
on
the
woods
for
me
,
okay
?
"
I
say
.
It
's
hard
to
know
where
to
start
.
He
so
caked
with
mud
and
matted
leaves
,
I
ca
n't
even
see
his
clothes
.
If
he
's
wearing
clothes
.
The
thought
makes
me
hesitate
a
moment
,
but
then
I
plunge
in
.
Naked
bodies
are
no
big
deal
in
the
arena
,
right
?
I
've
got
two
water
bottles
and
Rue
's
water
skin
.
I
prop
them
against
rocks
in
the
stream
so
that
two
are
always
filling
while
I
pour
the
third
over
Peeta
's
body
.
It
takes
a
while
,
but
I
finally
get
rid
of
enough
mud
to
find
his
clothes
.
I
gently
unzip
his
jacket
,
unbutton
his
shirt
and
ease
them
off
him
.
His
undershirt
is
so
plastered
into
his
wounds
I
have
to
cut
it
away
with
my
knife
and
drench
him
again
to
work
it
loose
.
He
's
badly
bruised
with
a
long
burn
across
his
chest
and
four
tracker
jacker
stings
,
if
you
count
the
one
under
his
ear
.
But
I
feel
a
bit
better
.
This
much
I
can
fix
.
I
decide
to
take
care
of
his
upper
body
first
,
to
alleviate
some
pain
,
before
I
tackle
whatever
damage
Cato
did
to
his
leg
.
Since
treating
his
wounds
seems
pointless
when
he
's
lying
in
what
's
become
a
mud
puddle
,
I
manage
to
prop
him
up
against
a
boulder
.
He
sits
there
,
uncomplaining
,
while
I
wash
away
all
the
traces
of
dirt
from
his
hair
and
skin
.
His
flesh
is
very
pale
in
the
sunlight
and
he
no
longer
looks
strong
and
stocky
.
I
have
to
dig
the
stingers
out
of
his
tracker
jacker
lumps
,
which
causes
him
to
wince
,
but
the
minute
I
apply
the
leaves
he
sighs
in
relief
.
While
he
dries
in
the
sun
,
I
wash
his
filthy
shirt
and
jacket
and
spread
them
over
boulders
.
Then
I
apply
the
burn
cream
to
his
chest
.
This
is
when
I
notice
how
hot
his
skin
is
becoming
.
The
layer
of
mud
and
the
bottles
of
water
have
disguised
the
fact
that
he
's
burning
with
fever
.
I
dig
through
the
first-aid
kit
I
got
from
the
boy
from
District
1
and
find
pills
that
reduce
your
temperature
.
My
mother
actually
breaks
down
and
buys
these
on
occasion
when
her
home
remedies
fail
.
"
Swallow
these
,
"
I
tell
him
,
and
he
obediently
takes
the
medicine
.
"
You
must
be
hungry
.
"
"
Not
really
.
It
's
funny
,
I
have
n't
been
hungry
for
days
,
"
says
Peeta
.
In
fact
,
when
I
offer
him
groosling
,
he
wrinkles
his
nose
at
it
and
turns
away
.
That
's
when
I
know
how
sick
he
is
.
