Голодные игры
Chapter 20
"Peeta,youweresupposedtowakemeafteracoupleofhours,"Isay.
"Forwhat?Nothing’sgoingonhere,"hesays."BesidesIlikewatchingyousleep.Youdon’tscowl.Improvesyourlooksalot."
This,ofcourse,bringsonascowlthatmakeshimgrin.That’swhenInoticehowdryhislipsare.Itesthischeek.Hotasacoalstove.Heclaimshe’sbeendrinking,butthecontainersstillfeelfulltome.Igivehimmorefeverpillsandstandoverhimwhilehedrinksfirstone,thenasecondquartofwater.ThenItendtohisminorwounds,theburns,thestings,whichareshowingimprovement.Isteelmyselfandunwraptheleg.
Myheartdropsintomystomach.It’sworse,muchworse.There’snomorepusinevidence,buttheswellinghasincreasedandthetightshinyskinisinflamed.ThenIseetheredstreaksstartingtocrawluphisleg.Bloodpoisoning.Unchecked,itwillkillhimforsure.Mychewed-upleavesandointmentwon’tmakeadentinit.We’llneedstronganti-infectiondrugsfromtheCapitol.Ican’timaginethecostofsuchpotentmedicine.IfHaymitchpooledeverydonationfromeverysponsor,wouldhehaveenough?Idoubtit.GiftsgoupinpricethelongertheGamescontinue.Whatbuysafullmealondayonebuysacrackerondaytwelve.AndthekindofmedicinePeetaneedswouldhavebeenatapremiumfromthebeginning.
"Well,there’smoreswelling,butthepusisgone,"Isayinanunsteadyvoice.
"Iknowwhatbloodpoisoningis,Katniss,"saysPeeta."Evenifmymotherisn’tahealer."
