Cato's Tributes: A Narrative Fiction

You were already half dead. The Careers were hunting you down like the animalistic monsters they were. Cato was angry at you as you had scored a little higher than him in the tests much to your dismay, that was enough to give you a death sentence. Not to forget the headache you were enduring.

Peeta Mellark, your district partner was nowhere to be found, but he was alive. His cannon hadn't gone off yet so he had to be alive. You had heard that he had allied himself with the Career pack. This was strange as District 12 never made allies with District 1,2 or 4. "Attention Tributes, there has been a rule change which allows two people from the same district to win as victors," the Gamemakers announced. You had to find Peeta fast. You could both
win. You could both go home.

You struggled to get through the woodlands, but you finally arrived to a rocky river bank. You walked along this bank, occasionally looking up to see if any pursuers had caught up. You noticed small scarlet drops on the rocks. You thought that it would lead you to a dying animal that you could eat. "Ow," a voice said. You stumbled backwards. You looked at the rock. "I've finally lost it, haven't I?" you muttered to yourself.
"No," the rock spoke again.
"Okay yes I have and I swear if you disagree with me, Mr Rock, we may just have a problem," you chuckled. You inspected the rock more carefully. "Peeta?" You whispered.
"[Name]?" He muttered. You helped him sit up. He removed all the rock like clay and paints while you stood watch. You looked down to his leg, you crouched down to inspect the leg. "What happened?" you asked."A sword, it's bad, huh?" he mumbled."No, its not infected yet," you said."Yet?" he questioned."You'll be fine, hopefully," you responded. "You're really bad at this pep talk stuff"
"You're telling me," you smiled awkwardly.

You walked over to the small river and ripped off a small part of the lining of your jacket. You dipped the cloth in the water before refilling your flask. You walked back to Peeta. "[Name]," he began. He stared at you as he cleansed the wound on his leg. "[Name]," he said, a little louder.
"Peeta, no matter how many times you say my name, I'm not going to stop cleaning this wound.
I won't leave you alone so just stop saying my name" you replied.
"Why?" He asked.
"Why what?" you questioned.
"Why won't you leave me to die peacefully here?" he asked.

You looked at everything but him. You turned to face him and smiled. "Come on, we are going to get you to someplace safe," you said. "You're avoiding the question, [Name]," he responded. You managed to help Peeta, to his feet and move him into the cave where you can hide him and care for him properly. "Peeta, how are you feeling now?" You asked. You checked his leg for a second time. "I'm fine but are you okay? You seem a bit shaken," he replied.
"I'm just fine, Peeta, honestly. You're the one with the injury," you stated.
"I'm fine too," he replied. "They won't be able to find you here," you responded.
"They already found me," Peeta said. You looked at his leg. "If only I could get you some sort of medicine," you sighed. "I don't get many parachutes," he stated. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out," you replied. "Like what?" he asked.
"I don't know yet, but we will. I know we will, okay, get some rest," you answered. You kissed Peeta on the cheek. "Night, Peeta," you said before laying down on the
round.
"Night, [Name]," Peeta replied.