Голодные игры

           Ananimalmightnotquestionit,butahumanwouldseehandshadmanufactureditquicklyenough.Itearitdowninfrustration.

           "Katniss,"hesays.Igoovertohimandbrushthehairbackfromhiseyes."Thanksforfindingme."

           "Youwouldhavefoundmeifyoucould,"Isay.Hisforehead’sburningup.Likethemedicine’shavingnoeffectatall.Suddenly,outofnowhere,I’mscaredhe’sgoingtodie.

           "Yes.Look,ifIdon’tmakeitback-"hebegins.

           "Don’ttalklikethat.Ididn’tdrainallthatpusfornothing,"Isay.

           "Iknow.ButjustincaseIdon’t-"hetriestocontinue.

           "No,Peeta,Idon’tevenwanttodiscussit,"Isay,placingmyfingersonhislipstoquiethim.

           "ButI-"heinsists.

           Impulsively,Ileanforwardandkisshim,stoppinghiswords.Thisisprobablyoverdueanywaysincehe’sright,wearesupposedtobemadlyinlove.It’sthefirsttimeI’veeverkissedaboy,whichshouldmakesomesortofimpressionIguess,butallIcanregisterishowunnaturallyhothislipsarefromthefever.Ibreakawayandpulltheedgeofthesleepingbaguparoundhim."You’renotgoingtodie.Iforbidit.Allright?"

           "Allright,"hewhispers.

           Istepoutinthecooleveningairjustastheparachutefloatsdownfromthesky.Myfingersquicklyundothetie,hopingforsomerealmedicinetotreatPeeta’sleg.InsteadIfindapotofhotbroth.

           Haymitchcouldn’tbesendingmeaclearermessage.Onekissequalsonepotofbroth.Icanalmosthearhissnarl."You’resupposedtobeinlove,sweetheart.Theboy’sdying