everything was dizzy. the trees blurring and buzzing by you as you.. run? maybe. you can't quite tell. your hands reach out, you can vaguely hear.. a dog barking? and perhaps a loud whistle. you keep running. even after you've been stung by one of those tracker jackers, you can only think of him. your mentor, cato. its pathetic, you know. but somehow, the thought that he'll be back for you is relieving.

yet, this time, you have a feeling he wont be coming to help. you know you're on the verge of death, i'm about to die. your brain shouts at you. but you can only worry about cato. will he be okay? of course he will.

you and the last tribute had been fighting. but a tracker jacker nest had fallen, and you had bolted away. you weren't too sure where the other person had gone. but you weren't too concerned with it.

you stumbled blindly into a tree, eyes hazy and tired. you swear you saw someone behind that tree a ways away. but what person has 4 eyes and fire for hair? your hallucinating. vaguely, you're sure that the capitol is watching now. cato included. will he be sad? you're not sure. you hadn't known him long enough to even catch his favorite color.

your eyes blink tiredly, and your body goes slightly limp against the tree. is that cato? somehow, 'cato' is in front of you. or you think he is. he's crouching down, brows knitted, and.. he's talking, you think, as his lips are moving, but you can't hear him. "your.. alright.. hurts? ... okay ... won." cato coos, your ears only catching bits and pieces while running a hand over your hair, glancing around. "help.. coming.."