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up in price the longer the Games continue. What buys a full
meal on day one buys a cracker on day twelve. And the kind of
medicine Peeta needs would have been at a premium from the
beginning.
“Well, there’s more swelling, but the pus is gone,” I say in
an unsteady voice.
“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,” says Peeta.
“Even if my mother isn’t a healer.”
“You’re just going to have to outlast the others, Peeta.
They’ll cure it back at the Capitol when we win,” I say.
“Yes, that’s a good plan,” he says. But I feel this is mostly for
my benefit.
“You have to eat. Keep your strength up. I’m going to make
you soup,” I say.
“Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.”
“We’ll see,” I say. As I take the pot down to the stream, I’m
struck by how brutally hot it is. I swear the Gamemakers are
progressively ratcheting up the temperature in the daytime
and sending it plummeting at night. The heat of the sun-baked
stones by the stream gives me an idea though. Maybe I won’t
need to light a fire.
I settle down on a big flat rock halfway between the stream
and the cave. After purifying half a pot of water, I place it in
direct sunlight and add several egg-size hot stones to the water.
I’m the first to admit I’m not much of a cook. But since
soup mainly involves tossing everything in a pot and waiting,
it’s one of my better dishes. I mince groosling until it’s practically
mush and mash some of Rue’s roots. Fortunately, they’ve
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