Голодные игры
Chapter 19
IletPeetadozeoffwhilehisclothesdryout,butbylateafternoon,Idon’tdarewaitanylonger.Igentlyshakehisshoulder."Peeta,we’vegottogonow."
"Go?"Heseemsconfused."Gowhere?"
"Awayfromhere.Downstreammaybe.Somewherewecanhideyouuntilyou’restronger,"Isay.Ihelphimdress,leavinghisfeetbaresowecanwalkinthewater,andpullhimupright.Hisfacedrainsofcolorthemomentheputsweightonhisleg."Comeon.Youcandothis."
Buthecan’t.Notforlonganyway.Wemakeitaboutfiftyyardsdownstream,withhimproppedupbymyshoulder,andIcantellhe’sgoingtoblackout.Isithimonthebank,pushhisheadbetweenhisknees,andpathisbackawkwardlyasIsurveythearea.Ofcourse,I’dlovetogethimupinatree,butthat’snotgoingtohappen.Itcouldbeworsethough.Someoftherocksformsmallcavelikestructures.Isetmysightsononeabouttwentyyardsabovethestream.WhenPeeta’sabletostand,Ihalf-guide,half-carryhimuptothecave.Really,I’dliketolookaroundforabetterplace,butthisonewillhavetodobecausemyallyisshot.Paperwhite,panting,and,eventhoughit’sonlyjustcoolingoff,he’sshivering.
Icoverthefloorofthecavewithalayerofpineneedles,unrollmysleepingbag,andtuckhimintoit.Igetacoupleofpillsandsomewaterintohimwhenhe’snotnoticing,butherefusestoeateventhefruit.Thenhejustliesthere,hiseyestrainedonmyfaceasIbuildasortofblindoutofvinestoconcealthemouthofthecave.Theresultisunsatisfactory.
