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My
heart
drops
into
my
stomach
.
It
's
worse
,
much
worse
.
There
's
no
more
pus
in
evidence
,
but
the
swelling
has
increased
and
the
tight
shiny
skin
is
inflamed
.
Then
I
see
the
red
streaks
starting
to
crawl
up
his
leg
.
Blood
poisoning
.
Unchecked
,
it
will
kill
him
for
sure
.
My
chewed-up
leaves
and
ointment
wo
n't
make
a
dent
in
it
.
We
'll
need
strong
anti-infection
drugs
from
the
Capitol
.
I
ca
n't
imagine
the
cost
of
such
potent
medicine
.
If
Haymitch
pooled
every
donation
from
every
sponsor
,
would
he
have
enough
?
I
doubt
it
.
Gifts
go
up
in
price
the
longer
the
Games
continue
.
What
buys
a
full
meal
on
day
one
buys
a
cracker
on
day
twelve
.
And
the
kind
of
medicine
Peeta
needs
would
have
been
at
a
premium
from
the
beginning
.
"
Well
,
there
's
more
swelling
,
but
the
pus
is
gone
,
"
I
say
in
an
unsteady
voice
.
"
I
know
what
blood
poisoning
is
,
Katniss
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
Even
if
my
mother
is
n't
a
healer
.
"
"
You
're
just
going
to
have
to
outlast
the
others
,
Peeta
.
They
'll
cure
it
back
at
the
Capitol
when
we
win
,
"
I
say
.
"
Yes
,
that
's
a
good
plan
,
"
he
says
.
But
I
feel
this
is
mostly
for
my
benefit
.
"
You
have
to
eat
.
Keep
your
strength
up
.
I
'm
going
to
make
you
soup
,
"
I
say
.
"
Do
n't
light
a
fire
,
"
he
says
.
"
It
's
not
worth
it
.
"
"
We
'll
see
,
"
I
say
.
As
I
take
the
pot
down
to
the
stream
,
I
'm
struck
by
how
brutally
hot
it
is
.
I
swear
the
Gamemakers
are
progressively
ratcheting
up
the
temperature
in
the
daytime
and
sending
it
plummeting
at
night
.
The
heat
of
the
sun-baked
stones
by
the
stream
gives
me
an
idea
though
.
Maybe
I
wo
n't
need
to
light
a
fire
.
I
settle
down
on
a
big
flat
rock
halfway
between
the
stream
and
the
cave
.
After
purifying
half
a
pot
of
water
,
I
place
it
in
direct
sunlight
and
add
several
egg-size
hot
stones
to
the
water
.
I
'm
the
first
to
admit
I
'm
not
much
of
a
cook
.
But
since
soup
mainly
involves
tossing
everything
in
a
pot
and
waiting
,
it
's
one
of
my
better
dishes
.
I
mince
groosling
until
it
's
practically
mush
and
mash
some
of
Rue
's
roots
.
Fortunately
,
they
've
both
been
roasted
already
so
they
mostly
need
to
be
heated
up
.
Already
,
between
the
sunlight
and
the
rocks
,
the
water
's
warm
.
I
put
in
the
meat
and
roots
,
swap
in
fresh
rocks
,
and
go
find
something
green
to
spice
it
up
a
little
.
Before
long
,
I
discover
a
tuft
of
chives
growing
at
the
base
of
some
rocks
.
Perfect
.
I
chop
them
very
fine
and
add
them
to
the
pot
,
switch
out
the
rocks
again
,
put
on
the
lid
,
and
let
the
whole
thing
stew
.
I
've
seen
very
few
signs
of
game
around
,
but
I
do
n't
feel
comfortable
leaving
Peeta
alone
while
I
hunt
,
so
I
rig
half
a
dozen
snares
and
hope
I
get
lucky
.
I
wonder
about
the
other
tributes
,
how
they
're
managing
now
that
their
main
source
of
food
has
been
blown
up
.
At
least
three
of
them
,
Cato
,
Clove
,
and
Foxface
,
had
been
relying
on
it
.
Probably
not
Thresh
though
.
I
've
got
a
feeling
he
must
share
some
of
Rue
's
knowledge
on
how
to
feed
yourself
from
the
earth
.
Are
they
fighting
each
other
?
Looking
for
us
?
Maybe
one
of
them
has
located
us
and
is
just
waiting
for
the
right
moment
to
attack
.
The
idea
sends
me
back
to
the
cave
.
