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"
No
.
Shut
up
and
eat
your
pears
,
"
I
say
.
After
three
applications
and
what
seems
like
a
bucket
of
pus
,
the
wound
does
look
better
.
Now
that
the
swelling
has
gone
down
,
I
can
see
how
deep
Cato
's
sword
cut
.
Right
down
to
the
bone
.
"
What
next
,
Dr.
Everdeen
?
"
he
asks
.
"
Maybe
I
'll
put
some
of
the
burn
ointment
on
it
.
I
think
it
helps
with
infection
anyway
.
And
wrap
it
up
?
"
I
say
.
I
do
and
the
whole
thing
seems
a
lot
more
manageable
,
covered
in
clean
white
cotton
.
Although
,
against
the
sterile
bandage
,
the
hem
of
his
undershorts
looks
filthy
and
teeming
with
contagion
.
I
pull
out
Rue
's
backpack
.
"
Here
,
cover
yourself
with
this
and
I
'll
wash
your
shorts
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
care
if
you
see
me
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
You
're
just
like
the
rest
of
my
family
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
care
,
all
right
?
"
I
turn
my
back
and
look
at
the
stream
until
the
undershorts
splash
into
the
current
.
He
must
be
feeling
a
bit
better
if
he
can
throw
.
"
You
know
,
you
're
kind
of
squeamish
for
such
a
lethal
person
,
"
says
Peeta
as
I
beat
the
shorts
clean
between
two
rocks
.
"
I
wish
I
'd
let
you
give
Haymitch
a
shower
after
all
.
"
I
wrinkle
my
nose
at
the
memory
.
"
What
's
he
sent
you
so
far
?
"
"
Not
a
thing
,
"
says
Peeta
.
Then
there
's
a
pause
as
it
hits
him
.
"
Why
,
did
you
get
something
?
"
"
Burn
medicine
,
"
I
say
almost
sheepishly
.
"
Oh
,
and
some
bread
.
"
