第38部分(第1/7 页)

slowly　press　down　on　the　plunger。

My　hands　go　to　my　head　and　then　drop　to　my　lap；　slick　with　blood。

The　last　thing　I　remember　is　an　exquisitely　beautiful　greenand…　silver　moth　landing　on　the　curve　of　my　wrist。

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The　sound　of　rain　drumming　on　the　roof　of　our　house　gently　pulls　me　toward　consciousness。　I　fight　to　return　to　sleep　though；　wrapped　in　a　warm　cocoon　of　blankets；　safe　at　home。　Iˇm　vaguely　aware　that　my　head　aches。　Possibly　I　have　the　flu　and　this　is　why　Iˇm　allowed　to　stay　in　bed；　even　though　I　can　tell　Iˇve　been　asleep　a　long　time。　My　motherˇs　hand　strokes　my　cheek　and　I　donˇt　push　it　away　as　I　would　in　wakefulness；　never　wanting　her　to　know　how　much　I　crave　that　gentle　touch。　How　much　I　miss　her　even　though　I　still　donˇt　trust　her。　Then　thereˇs　a　voice；　the　wrong　voice；　not　my　motherˇs；　and　Iˇm　scared。

¨Katniss；〃　it　says。　¨Katniss；　can　you　hear　me？〃

My　eyes　open　and　the　sense　of　security　vanishes。　Iˇm　not　home；　not　with　my　mother。　Iˇm　in　a　dim；　chilly　cave；　my　bare　feet　freezing　despite　the　cover；　the　air　tainted　with　the　unmistakable　smell　of　blood。　The　haggard；　pale　face　of　a　boy　slides　into　view；　and　after　an　initial　jolt　of　alarm；　I　feel　better。　¨Peeta。〃

¨Hey；〃　he　says。　¨Good　to　see　your　eyes　again。〃

¨How　long　have　I　been　out？〃　I　ask。

¨Not　sure。　I　woke　up　yesterday　evening　and　you　were　lying　next　to　me　in　a　very　scary　pool　of　blood；〃　he　says。　¨I　think　itˇs　stopped　finally；　but　I　wouldnˇt　sit　up　or　anything。〃

I　gingerly　lift　my　hand　to　my　head　and　find　it　bandaged。　This　simple　gesture　leaves　me　weak　and　dizzy。　Peeta　holds　a　bottle　to　my　lips　and　I　drink　thirstily。

¨Youˇre　better；〃　I　say。

¨Much　better。　Whatever　you　shot　into　my　arm　did　the　trick；〃　he　says。　¨By　this　morn