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“Excellent,” he says.
I crouch down beside him. No matter what happens, I tell
myself, don’t stop until he’s in the water. “On three,” I say.
“One, two, three!” I can only manage one full roll before I have
to stop because of the horrible sound he’s making. Now he’s
on the edge of the stream. Maybe this is better anyway.
“Okay, change of plans. I’m not going to put you all the way
in,” I tell him. Besides, if I get him in, who knows if I’d ever be
able to get him out?
“No more rolling?” he asks.
“That’s all done. Let’s get you cleaned up. Keep an eye on
the woods for me, okay?” I say. It’s hard to know where to
start. He so caked with mud and matted leaves, I can’t even
see his clothes. If he’s wearing clothes. The thought makes me
hesitate a moment, but then I plunge in. Naked bodies are no
big deal in the arena, right?
I’ve got two water bottles and Rue’s water skin. I prop them
against rocks in the stream so that two are always filling while
I pour the third over Peeta’s body. It takes a while, but I finally
get rid of enough mud to find his clothes. I gently unzip his
jacket, unbutton his shirt and ease them off him. His undershirt
is so plastered into his wounds I have to cut it away with
my knife and drench him again to work it loose. He’s badly
bruised with a long burn across his chest and four tracker
jacker stings, if you count the one under his ear. But I feel a bit
better. This much I can fix. I decide to take care of his upper
body first, to alleviate some pain, before I tackle whatever
damage Cato did to his leg.
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