The only thing you could do was sniffle and lift food to your mouth. You were quite sick. It was a surprise you hadn't been killed yet for your clear disadvantage, but you guessed it helped that there was an anger Cato either leaning over you, following you, and just keeping an eye on you at all times.

You had 'taken one for the time', per say, and distracted some kind of mutated bee (some kind that make you sick with a single sting and throw up a bunch if your body couldn't take it.) and had gotten stung after killing off some district 6.

Although Glimmer was glaring at you, and Clove wasn't too keen on keeping a 'useless' ally around, no one objected with Cato had reminded them of his say. you were to stay.

It was late now, and you were sure you were healing. But you were still greatly tired. You had gone for a walk while Clove, Glimmer, and Cato scouted about. Marvel, always the kinder one, had fallen asleep when he was suppose to keep you company — but both knew that Cato just wanted you watched over. Upon returning, a bored Clove, Glimmer, and scared marvel greeted you.

As well as a angered Cato. The moment you set foot in the clearing, Cato's words escaped his mouth. Sword clutched tightly in his hand.

"where the hell were you?! Running off like that when you can barely put a fuckin' foot in front of the other!"