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his brain or his lungs and he’ll be gone. And I’ll be here all
alone. Again. Waiting for the others.
I’m so lost in thought that I almost miss the parachute, even
though it floats right by me. Then I spring after it, yanking it
from the water, tearing off the silver fabric to retrieve the vial.
Haymitch has done it! He’s gotten the medicine — I don’t
know how, persuaded some gaggle of romantic fools to sell
their jewels — and I can save Peeta! It’s such a tiny vial
though. It must be very strong to cure someone as ill as Peeta.
A ripple of doubt runs through me. I uncork the vial and take a
deep sniff. My spirits fall at the sickly sweet scent. Just to be
sure, I place a drop on the tip of my tongue. There’s no question,
it’s sleep syrup. It’s a common medicine in District 12.
Cheap, as medicine goes, but very addictive. Almost everyone’s
had a dose at one time or another. We have some in a
bottle at home. My mother gives it to hysterical patients to
knock them out to stitch up a bad wound or quiet their minds
or just to help someone in pain get through the night. It only
takes a little. A vial this size could knock Peeta out for a full
day, but what good is that? I’m so furious I’m about to throw
Haymitch’s last offering into the stream when it hits me. A full
day? That’s more than I need.
I mash up a handful of berries so the taste won’t be as noticeable
and add some mint leaves for good measure. Then I
head back up to the cave. “I’ve brought you a treat. I found a
new patch of berries a little farther downstream.”
Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation.
He swallows then frowns slightly. “They’re very sweet.”
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