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"
Then
I
'll
drag
myself
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
You
go
and
I
'm
going
,
too
.
"
He
's
just
stubborn
enough
and
maybe
just
strong
enough
to
do
it
.
Come
howling
after
me
in
the
woods
.
Even
if
a
tribute
does
n't
find
him
,
something
else
might
.
He
ca
n't
defend
himself
.
I
'd
probably
have
to
wall
him
up
in
the
cave
just
to
go
myself
.
And
who
knows
what
the
exertion
will
do
to
him
?
"
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
?
Sit
here
and
watch
you
die
?
"
I
say
.
He
must
know
that
's
not
an
option
.
That
the
audience
would
hate
me
.
And
frankly
,
I
would
hate
myself
,
too
,
if
I
did
n't
even
try
.
"
I
wo
n't
die
.
I
promise
.
If
you
promise
not
to
go
,
"
he
says
.
We
're
at
something
of
a
stalemate
.
I
know
I
ca
n't
argue
him
out
of
this
one
,
so
I
do
n't
try
.
I
pretend
,
reluctantly
,
to
go
along
.
"
Then
you
have
to
do
what
I
say
.
Drink
your
water
,
wake
me
when
I
tell
you
,
and
eat
every
bite
of
the
soup
no
matter
how
disgusting
it
is
!
"
I
snap
at
him
.
"
Agreed
.
Is
it
ready
?
"
he
asks
.
"
Wait
here
,
"
I
say
.
The
air
's
gone
cold
even
though
the
sun
's
still
up
.
I
'm
right
about
the
Gamemakers
messing
with
the
temperature
.
I
wonder
if
the
thing
someone
needs
desperately
is
a
good
blanket
.
The
soup
is
still
nice
and
warm
in
its
iron
pot
.
And
actually
does
n't
taste
too
bad
.
Peeta
eats
without
complaint
,
even
scraping
out
the
pot
to
show
his
enthusiasm
.
He
rambles
on
about
how
delicious
it
is
,
which
should
be
encouraging
if
you
do
n't
know
what
fever
does
to
people
.
He
's
like
listening
to
Haymitch
before
the
alcohol
has
soaked
him
into
incoherence
.
I
give
him
another
dose
of
fever
medicine
before
he
goes
off
his
head
completely
.
As
I
go
down
to
the
stream
to
wash
up
,
all
I
can
think
is
that
he
's
going
to
die
if
I
do
n't
get
to
that
feast
.
I
'll
keep
him
going
for
a
day
or
two
,
and
then
the
infection
will
reach
his
heart
or
his
brain
or
his
lungs
and
he
'll
be
gone
.
And
I
'll
be
here
all
alone
.
Again
.
Waiting
for
the
others
.
I
'm
so
lost
in
thought
that
I
almost
miss
the
parachute
,
even
though
it
floats
right
by
me
.
Then
I
spring
after
it
,
yanking
it
from
the
water
,
tearing
off
the
silver
fabric
to
retrieve
the
vial
.
Haymitch
has
done
it
!
He
's
gotten
the
medicine
-
I
do
n't
know
how
,
persuaded
some
gaggle
of
romantic
fools
to
sell
their
jewels
-
and
I
can
save
Peeta
!
It
's
such
a
tiny
vial
though
.
It
must
be
very
strong
to
cure
someone
as
ill
as
Peeta
.
A
ripple
of
doubt
runs
through
me
.
I
uncork
the
vial
and
take
a
deep
sniff
.
My
spirits
fall
at
the
sickly
sweet
scent
.
Just
to
be
sure
,
I
place
a
drop
on
the
tip
of
my
tongue
.
There
's
no
question
,
it
's
sleep
syrup
.
It
's
a
common
medicine
in
District
12
.
Cheap
,
as
medicine
goes
,
but
very
addictive
.
Almost
everyone
's
had
a
dose
at
one
time
or
another
.
We
have
some
in
a
bottle
at
home
.
