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“How do you hunt?” he asks.
“Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although
for all I know, I am killing you.”
“Can you speed it up a little?” he asks.
“No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say.
After three applications and what seems like a bucket of
pus, the wound does look better. Now that the swelling has
gone down, I can see how deep Cato’s sword cut. Right down
to the bone.
“What next, Dr. Everdeen?” he asks.
“Maybe I’ll put some of the burn ointment on it. I think it
helps with infection anyway. And wrap it up?” I say. I do and
the whole thing seems a lot more manageable, covered in
clean white cotton. Although, against the sterile bandage, the
hem of his undershorts looks filthy and teeming with contagion.
I pull out Rue’s backpack. “Here, cover yourself with this
and I’ll wash your shorts.”
“Oh, I don’t care if you see me,” says Peeta.
“You’re just like the rest of my family,” I say. “I care, all
right?” I turn my back and look at the stream until the undershorts
splash into the current. He must be feeling a bit better
if he can throw.
“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person,”
says Peeta as I beat the shorts clean between two rocks.
“I wish I’d let you give Haymitch a shower after all.”
I wrinkle my nose at the memory. “What’s he sent you so
far?”
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