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“Not a thing,” says Peeta. Then there’s a pause as it hits him.
“Why, did you get something?”
“Burn medicine,” I say almost sheepishly. “Oh, and some
bread.”
“I always knew you were his favorite,” says Peeta.
“Please, he can’t stand being in the same room with me,” I
say.
“Because you’re just alike,” mutters Peeta. I ignore it
though because this really isn’t the time for me to be insulting
Haymitch, which is my first impulse.
I let Peeta doze off while his clothes dry out, but by late afternoon,
I don’t dare wait any longer. I gently shake his shoulder.
“Peeta, we’ve got to go now.”
“Go?” He seems confused. “Go where?”
“Away from here. Downstream maybe. Somewhere we can
hide you until you’re stronger,” I say. I help him dress, leaving
his feet bare so we can walk in the water, and pull him
upright. His face drains of color the moment he puts weight on
his leg. “Come on. You can do this.”
But he can’t. Not for long anyway. We make it about fifty
yards downstream, with him propped up by my shoulder, and
I can tell he’s going to black out. I sit him on the bank, push his
head between his knees, and pat his back awkwardly as I survey
the area. Of course, I’d love to get him up in a tree, but
that’s not going to happen. It could be worse though. Some of
the rocks form small cavelike structures. I set my sights on
one about twenty yards above the stream. When Peeta’s able
to stand, I half-guide, half-carry him up to the cave. Really, I’d
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