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I
do
n't
know
how
long
it
has
been
,
maybe
an
hour
or
so
,
when
Cato
hits
the
ground
and
we
hear
the
mutts
dragging
him
,
dragging
him
back
into
the
Cornucopia
.
Now
they
'll
finish
him
off
,
I
think
.
But
there
's
still
no
cannon
.
Night
falls
and
the
anthem
plays
and
there
's
no
picture
of
Cato
in
the
sky
,
only
the
faint
moans
coming
through
the
metal
beneath
us
.
The
icy
air
blowing
across
the
plain
reminds
me
that
the
Games
are
not
over
and
may
not
be
for
who
knows
how
long
,
and
there
is
still
no
guarantee
of
victory
.
I
turn
my
attention
to
Peeta
and
discover
his
leg
is
bleeding
as
badly
as
ever
.
All
our
supplies
,
our
packs
,
remain
down
by
the
lake
where
we
abandoned
them
when
we
fled
from
the
mutts
.
I
have
no
bandage
,
nothing
to
staunch
the
flow
of
blood
from
his
calf
.
Although
I
'm
shaking
in
the
biting
wind
,
I
rip
off
my
jacket
,
remove
my
shirt
,
and
zip
back
into
the
jacket
as
swiftly
as
possible
.
That
brief
exposure
sets
my
teeth
chattering
beyond
control
.
Peeta
's
face
is
gray
in
the
pale
moonlight
.
I
make
him
lie
down
before
I
probe
his
wound
.
Warm
,
slippery
blood
runs
over
my
fingers
.
A
bandage
will
not
be
enough
.
I
've
seen
my
mother
tie
a
tourniquet
a
handful
of
times
and
try
to
replicate
it
.
I
cut
free
a
sleeve
from
my
shirt
,
wrap
it
twice
around
his
leg
just
under
his
knee
,
and
tie
a
half
knot
.
I
do
n't
have
a
stick
,
so
I
take
my
remaining
arrow
and
insert
it
in
the
knot
,
twisting
it
as
tightly
as
I
dare
.
It
's
risky
business
-
Peeta
may
end
up
losing
his
leg
-
but
when
I
weigh
this
against
him
losing
his
life
,
what
alternative
do
I
have
?
I
bandage
the
wound
in
the
rest
of
my
shirt
and
lay
down
with
him
.
"
Do
n't
go
to
sleep
,
"
I
tell
him
.
I
'm
not
sure
if
this
is
exactly
medical
protocol
,
but
I
'm
terrified
that
if
he
drifts
off
he
'll
never
wake
again
.
"
Are
you
cold
?
"
he
asks
.
He
unzips
his
jacket
and
I
press
against
him
as
he
fastens
it
around
me
.
It
's
a
bit
warmer
,
sharing
our
body
heat
inside
my
double
layer
of
jackets
,
but
the
night
is
young
.
The
temperature
will
continue
to
drop
.
Even
now
I
can
feel
the
Cornucopia
,
which
burned
so
when
I
first
climbed
it
,
slowly
turning
to
ice
.
"
Cato
may
win
this
thing
yet
,
"
I
whisper
to
Peeta
.
"
Do
n't
you
believe
it
,
"
he
says
,
pulling
up
my
hood
,
but
he
's
shaking
harder
than
I
am
.
