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"
How
long
have
I
been
out
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Not
sure
.
I
woke
up
yesterday
evening
and
you
were
lying
next
to
me
in
a
very
scary
pool
of
blood
,
"
he
says
.
"
I
think
it
's
stopped
finally
,
but
I
would
n't
sit
up
or
anything
.
"
I
gingerly
lift
my
hand
to
my
head
and
find
it
bandaged
.
This
simple
gesture
leaves
me
weak
and
dizzy
.
Peeta
holds
a
bottle
to
my
lips
and
I
drink
thirstily
.
"
You
're
better
,
"
I
say
.
"
Much
better
.
Whatever
you
shot
into
my
arm
did
the
trick
,
"
he
says
.
"
By
this
morning
,
almost
all
the
swelling
in
my
leg
was
gone
.
"
He
does
n't
seem
angry
about
my
tricking
him
,
drugging
him
,
and
running
off
to
the
feast
.
Maybe
I
'm
just
too
beat-up
and
I
'll
hear
about
it
later
when
I
'm
stronger
.
But
for
the
moment
,
he
's
all
gentleness
.
"
Did
you
eat
?
"
I
ask
.
"
I
'm
sorry
to
say
I
gobbled
down
three
pieces
of
that
groosling
before
I
realized
it
might
have
to
last
a
while
.
Do
n't
worry
,
I
'm
back
on
a
strict
diet
,
"
he
says
.
"
No
,
it
's
good
.
You
need
to
eat
.
I
'll
go
hunting
soon
,
"
I
say
.
"
Not
too
soon
,
all
right
?
"
he
says
.
"
You
just
let
me
take
care
of
you
for
a
while
.
"
