Голодные игры
Chapter 26
Petrified,Ilungeforhim,butI’mcaughtandthrustbackintoanotherroom,andaglassdoorsealsbetweenus.Ipoundontheglass,screamingmyheadoff.EveryoneignoresmeexceptforsomeCapitolattendantwhoappearsbehindmeandoffersmeabeverage.
Islumpdownonthefloor,myfaceagainstthedoor,staringuncomprehendinglyatthecrystalglassinmyhand.Icycold,filledwithorangejuice,astrawwithafrillywhitecollar.Howwrongitlooksinmybloody,filthyhandwithitsdirt-cakednailsandscars.Mymouthwatersatthesmell,butIplaceitcarefullyonthefloor,nottrustinganythingsocleanandpretty.
Throughtheglass,IseethedoctorsworkingfeverishlyonPeeta,theirbrowscreasedinconcentration.Iseetheflowofliquids,pumpingthroughthetubes,watchawallofdialsandlightsthatmeannothingtome.I’mnotsure,butIthinkhisheartstopstwice.
It’slikebeinghomeagain,whentheybringinthehopelesslymangledpersonfromthemineexplosion,orthewomaninherthirddayoflabor,orthefamishedchildstrugglingagainstpneumoniaandmymotherandPrim,theywearthatsamelookontheirfaces.Nowisthetimetorunawaytothewoods,tohideinthetreesuntilthepatientislonggoneandinanotherpartoftheSeamthehammersmakethecoffin.ButI’mheldherebothbythehovercraftwallsandthesameforcethatholdsthelovedonesofthedying.HowoftenI’veseenthem,ringedaroundourkitchentableandIthought,Whydon’ttheyleave?Whydotheystaytowatch?
AndnowIknow.
