Hunger Games 1
Chapter 49 The Final Winner
Chapter 49 The Final Winner (1)
I spit the berries out of my mouth and wipe my tongue with my clothes to keep the venom out of my mouth.Peeta pulled me to the edge of the lake, rinsed my mouth with water, and we hugged.
"Did you swallow any berries?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "What about you?"
"I'd be dead by now if I had to eat it," I said.His lips moved as he answered my question, but his voice was drowned out by the cheers of the Capitol from the speakers.
The helicopter appeared and lowered the two ladders.Unable to let go of Peeta, I put one arm around him and help him up the ladder, the two of us on one foot.The current sucked us both.I'm happy this time, because I'm not sure Peeta will make it all the way up the ladder.When I look down, Peeta's leg is bleeding profusely.As soon as the helicopter's door closed behind us and the electricity went off, Peeta passed out on the floor.
My hand is still gripping Peeta's back, a handful of fibers as they yank him away.The doctor, wearing a sterile white coat, mask and gloves, is ready to start the operation immediately.Peeta lay pale on the operating table, covered in tubes.For a moment, I still felt like I was in the Hunger Games, and the doctor seemed to be another pack of wild dogs full of threats, planning to kill him.I was terrified and rushed to protect Peeta, but was grabbed and thrown into another room, separated from Peeta by a layer of glass.I banged on the glass, yelling Peeta's name.I was ignored, only some Capitol service personnel appeared behind me and handed me some drinks.
I sat on the ground slumped, with my face against the glass door, looking at the transparent glass bottle in my hand in puzzlement.The bottle was cold, filled with orange juice, and stuck in a frilly-rimmed straw.How out of place the soda bottle looked in my bloodied, battered, mud-stained fingernails.My mouth was watering at the smell of soda, but I put it on the ground, distrusting anything so clean and beautiful.
Through the glass, I see the doctor busy beside Peeta, focused and frowning.I see fluid running through pipes, and rows of gauges and lights dazzle my eyes.I don't know, but from what I can tell his heart stopped twice.
It feels like being at home now, when people brought home people badly injured in a mine explosion, or a woman who was three days into labor, or a starving child battling pneumonia, and Mommy and Prim helped them heal, Mommy, Both Prim and the doctor had the same look on their faces.Now was the time to run into the woods, to hide in the woods till the sick were gone, until there was the sound of hammers on the coffin-slabs at the other end of the Gap.
Now.Here I am, trapped in the metal shell of the helicopter; also trapped by the same forces that bind the dying people I love.I often see them sitting around my kitchen table.I thought to myself, "Why didn't they leave? Why did they stay and watch us?"
Now, I know it's because they had no other choice.
I was startled to see a person staring at me from inches away, before realizing it was the reflection of my own face, with my terrified eyes, sunken cheeks, and tousled hair in the glass.Manic, ferocious, crazy.No wonder everyone keeps away from me.
We flew to the roof of the training center, and they carried Peeta away, leaving me.I started banging on the glass door and screaming.I catch a glimpse of a strand of red hair—it must be Effie.It must have been Effie who came to my rescue - and that's when a needle went into my back.
When I woke up, I was at first afraid to move.The ceiling of the whole room glowed with a soft yellow light, and I could see that I was in a room with only one bed.There are no doors and no obvious windows in sight.The air in the room has a pungent disinfectant smell.There are several tubes in my right arm that extend up the wall behind me.I didn't have any clothes on, but the sheet was comfortable against my body.I tried to get my left hand out of the sheet.Not only was the arm scrubbed clean, but the nails were trimmed into perfect ovals, and the scars from the burns were less noticeable.I touched my neck, my arms and legs, the scars on my forehead, and as I was touching the silky hair, I froze.I carefully stroked the hair on my left ear, no, this is not a hallucination, I can hear again.
I tried to sit up, but with a wide belt around my waist, I could only lift my body a few inches.The wide band made me nervous, and I twisted my body to get out of it, when the walls opened up on both sides, and the red-haired Avax girl walked in with a tray.Seeing her I stabilized and stopped trying to escape.I have 1 questions I want to ask her, but I am afraid that getting too close to her will cause her to panic.Apparently I'm closely watched.She placed the tray on my lap, pushed a button, and pushed me into a sitting position.While she was fixing my pillow, I ventured a question.I said it as loudly as possible in my hoarse voice on purpose to show that there was no secret. "Did Peeta survive?" She nodded at me, and when she put the spoon in my hand, I felt the strength of a friend.
I guess she didn't want me dead anyway.Peeta survived.Of course he will.With the help of all their precious instruments.But, I didn't know for sure until just now.
The Avax left, the door closed silently behind her, and I stared hungrily at the plate, a dish of thin broth, a drizzle of jam, and a glass of water. "That's it?" I murmured dissatisfied in my heart.Shouldn't the food that welcomes me back be more substantial than this?But I found myself struggling to finish all this.My stomach seems to have shrunk to the size of a chestnut.I wondered how long it had been since I hadn't eaten since I ate quite a bit on my last morning in the arena.Typically, a few days are allowed between the end of the race and the winner's reappearance to allow the hungry, bruised and emaciated winner to recover.Somewhere, Cinna and Portia are rushing to make public appearance costumes for us.Haymitch and Effie are also preparing the banquet for our patrons and preparing questions for our final interview.Back home, District 30 must have been busy welcoming me and Peeta back, after all, it hadn't been nearly [-] years since we last won.
Home!Prim and Mom!Gail!And Prim's skinny old cat!I'm going home soon!
I want to get off this bed right now, to see Peeta, to see Cinna, to know more.Why not?I feel good.But when I was about to climb out of the wide belt around my waist, a cool liquid was injected into my veins from a tube, and I almost lost consciousness immediately.This happened several times, and I don't know how long it took. It seemed that I always woke up and then ate.I tried to refrain from running away lest I faint again.But strangely, what I see always seems to be at dusk.I only know a few things.The red-haired Avax hasn't been around since he fed me; my scars are gone; and, is it my imagination?A man is yelling?Not a Capitol accent, but something close to home.I felt faintly comforted in my heart that someone was finally looking for me.
I finally survived, and I have gradually recovered. The tube in my right arm is no longer in place, and the wide band on my body has also been removed, allowing me to move freely.I began to sit up slowly, stunned when I saw my hands.The injured skin is smooth and clean, not only the scars are gone, but even the scars left by hunting are gone.My forehead is as smooth as satin, and I look at my calves, there is no scar at all.
I stretched out my legs to the ground, fearing that they would not be able to support the weight of my body, but my legs were strong and powerful.There were my clothes by the bed, and I cringed a little at the sight of them.It is the costume worn by the "tribute" in the arena.I stared at the dress as if it had teeth.But then I turned the corner and, of course, I was going to meet our team in this suit.
I was dressed in less than a minute, waiting anxiously in front of the wall, knowing there was a door even if I couldn't see it.The door opened suddenly, and I stepped into an empty hall, which seemed to have no door at all.But there must be a door.Peeta must be standing right behind the door.I'm conscious now, growing restless in my eagerness to see Peeta.He must be all right, otherwise the Avax girl wouldn't say that, I want to see him with my own eyes.
"Peeta!" I yelled, and there was no one here to ask anyway.Then I heard someone calling my name, but it wasn't his voice.The sound thrilled me and made me long to see her.It's Effie.
I turned around and saw them all standing in a room at the end of the hall—Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna.I ran towards them without hesitation.Maybe a winner should be poised and proud, especially when she knows it's all going to be filmed, but I don't care.I ran towards them, but, to the surprise of even me, I fell into Haymitch's arms first.He whispered in my ear, "Nice job, honey." His words were less sarcastic.With tears in her eyes, Effie kept patting my hair, and murmured that she told everyone that we were like precious pearls.Cinna just hugged me tightly and didn't speak.I found Portia absent with a sense of foreboding.
"Where's Portia? Is she with Peeta? Peeta's okay, isn't he? I mean, he's still alive?" I kept asking.
"He's fine. It's just that they want your reunion to be broadcast live at the award ceremony," Haymitch said.
"Oh, that's how it is." He had been worrying about Peeta's accident, and then a stone fell to the ground. "I have to see him with my own eyes to be relieved."
"Go, go with Cinna, he's got it for you," Haymitch said.
(End of this chapter)
I spit the berries out of my mouth and wipe my tongue with my clothes to keep the venom out of my mouth.Peeta pulled me to the edge of the lake, rinsed my mouth with water, and we hugged.
"Did you swallow any berries?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "What about you?"
"I'd be dead by now if I had to eat it," I said.His lips moved as he answered my question, but his voice was drowned out by the cheers of the Capitol from the speakers.
The helicopter appeared and lowered the two ladders.Unable to let go of Peeta, I put one arm around him and help him up the ladder, the two of us on one foot.The current sucked us both.I'm happy this time, because I'm not sure Peeta will make it all the way up the ladder.When I look down, Peeta's leg is bleeding profusely.As soon as the helicopter's door closed behind us and the electricity went off, Peeta passed out on the floor.
My hand is still gripping Peeta's back, a handful of fibers as they yank him away.The doctor, wearing a sterile white coat, mask and gloves, is ready to start the operation immediately.Peeta lay pale on the operating table, covered in tubes.For a moment, I still felt like I was in the Hunger Games, and the doctor seemed to be another pack of wild dogs full of threats, planning to kill him.I was terrified and rushed to protect Peeta, but was grabbed and thrown into another room, separated from Peeta by a layer of glass.I banged on the glass, yelling Peeta's name.I was ignored, only some Capitol service personnel appeared behind me and handed me some drinks.
I sat on the ground slumped, with my face against the glass door, looking at the transparent glass bottle in my hand in puzzlement.The bottle was cold, filled with orange juice, and stuck in a frilly-rimmed straw.How out of place the soda bottle looked in my bloodied, battered, mud-stained fingernails.My mouth was watering at the smell of soda, but I put it on the ground, distrusting anything so clean and beautiful.
Through the glass, I see the doctor busy beside Peeta, focused and frowning.I see fluid running through pipes, and rows of gauges and lights dazzle my eyes.I don't know, but from what I can tell his heart stopped twice.
It feels like being at home now, when people brought home people badly injured in a mine explosion, or a woman who was three days into labor, or a starving child battling pneumonia, and Mommy and Prim helped them heal, Mommy, Both Prim and the doctor had the same look on their faces.Now was the time to run into the woods, to hide in the woods till the sick were gone, until there was the sound of hammers on the coffin-slabs at the other end of the Gap.
Now.Here I am, trapped in the metal shell of the helicopter; also trapped by the same forces that bind the dying people I love.I often see them sitting around my kitchen table.I thought to myself, "Why didn't they leave? Why did they stay and watch us?"
Now, I know it's because they had no other choice.
I was startled to see a person staring at me from inches away, before realizing it was the reflection of my own face, with my terrified eyes, sunken cheeks, and tousled hair in the glass.Manic, ferocious, crazy.No wonder everyone keeps away from me.
We flew to the roof of the training center, and they carried Peeta away, leaving me.I started banging on the glass door and screaming.I catch a glimpse of a strand of red hair—it must be Effie.It must have been Effie who came to my rescue - and that's when a needle went into my back.
When I woke up, I was at first afraid to move.The ceiling of the whole room glowed with a soft yellow light, and I could see that I was in a room with only one bed.There are no doors and no obvious windows in sight.The air in the room has a pungent disinfectant smell.There are several tubes in my right arm that extend up the wall behind me.I didn't have any clothes on, but the sheet was comfortable against my body.I tried to get my left hand out of the sheet.Not only was the arm scrubbed clean, but the nails were trimmed into perfect ovals, and the scars from the burns were less noticeable.I touched my neck, my arms and legs, the scars on my forehead, and as I was touching the silky hair, I froze.I carefully stroked the hair on my left ear, no, this is not a hallucination, I can hear again.
I tried to sit up, but with a wide belt around my waist, I could only lift my body a few inches.The wide band made me nervous, and I twisted my body to get out of it, when the walls opened up on both sides, and the red-haired Avax girl walked in with a tray.Seeing her I stabilized and stopped trying to escape.I have 1 questions I want to ask her, but I am afraid that getting too close to her will cause her to panic.Apparently I'm closely watched.She placed the tray on my lap, pushed a button, and pushed me into a sitting position.While she was fixing my pillow, I ventured a question.I said it as loudly as possible in my hoarse voice on purpose to show that there was no secret. "Did Peeta survive?" She nodded at me, and when she put the spoon in my hand, I felt the strength of a friend.
I guess she didn't want me dead anyway.Peeta survived.Of course he will.With the help of all their precious instruments.But, I didn't know for sure until just now.
The Avax left, the door closed silently behind her, and I stared hungrily at the plate, a dish of thin broth, a drizzle of jam, and a glass of water. "That's it?" I murmured dissatisfied in my heart.Shouldn't the food that welcomes me back be more substantial than this?But I found myself struggling to finish all this.My stomach seems to have shrunk to the size of a chestnut.I wondered how long it had been since I hadn't eaten since I ate quite a bit on my last morning in the arena.Typically, a few days are allowed between the end of the race and the winner's reappearance to allow the hungry, bruised and emaciated winner to recover.Somewhere, Cinna and Portia are rushing to make public appearance costumes for us.Haymitch and Effie are also preparing the banquet for our patrons and preparing questions for our final interview.Back home, District 30 must have been busy welcoming me and Peeta back, after all, it hadn't been nearly [-] years since we last won.
Home!Prim and Mom!Gail!And Prim's skinny old cat!I'm going home soon!
I want to get off this bed right now, to see Peeta, to see Cinna, to know more.Why not?I feel good.But when I was about to climb out of the wide belt around my waist, a cool liquid was injected into my veins from a tube, and I almost lost consciousness immediately.This happened several times, and I don't know how long it took. It seemed that I always woke up and then ate.I tried to refrain from running away lest I faint again.But strangely, what I see always seems to be at dusk.I only know a few things.The red-haired Avax hasn't been around since he fed me; my scars are gone; and, is it my imagination?A man is yelling?Not a Capitol accent, but something close to home.I felt faintly comforted in my heart that someone was finally looking for me.
I finally survived, and I have gradually recovered. The tube in my right arm is no longer in place, and the wide band on my body has also been removed, allowing me to move freely.I began to sit up slowly, stunned when I saw my hands.The injured skin is smooth and clean, not only the scars are gone, but even the scars left by hunting are gone.My forehead is as smooth as satin, and I look at my calves, there is no scar at all.
I stretched out my legs to the ground, fearing that they would not be able to support the weight of my body, but my legs were strong and powerful.There were my clothes by the bed, and I cringed a little at the sight of them.It is the costume worn by the "tribute" in the arena.I stared at the dress as if it had teeth.But then I turned the corner and, of course, I was going to meet our team in this suit.
I was dressed in less than a minute, waiting anxiously in front of the wall, knowing there was a door even if I couldn't see it.The door opened suddenly, and I stepped into an empty hall, which seemed to have no door at all.But there must be a door.Peeta must be standing right behind the door.I'm conscious now, growing restless in my eagerness to see Peeta.He must be all right, otherwise the Avax girl wouldn't say that, I want to see him with my own eyes.
"Peeta!" I yelled, and there was no one here to ask anyway.Then I heard someone calling my name, but it wasn't his voice.The sound thrilled me and made me long to see her.It's Effie.
I turned around and saw them all standing in a room at the end of the hall—Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna.I ran towards them without hesitation.Maybe a winner should be poised and proud, especially when she knows it's all going to be filmed, but I don't care.I ran towards them, but, to the surprise of even me, I fell into Haymitch's arms first.He whispered in my ear, "Nice job, honey." His words were less sarcastic.With tears in her eyes, Effie kept patting my hair, and murmured that she told everyone that we were like precious pearls.Cinna just hugged me tightly and didn't speak.I found Portia absent with a sense of foreboding.
"Where's Portia? Is she with Peeta? Peeta's okay, isn't he? I mean, he's still alive?" I kept asking.
"He's fine. It's just that they want your reunion to be broadcast live at the award ceremony," Haymitch said.
"Oh, that's how it is." He had been worrying about Peeta's accident, and then a stone fell to the ground. "I have to see him with my own eyes to be relieved."
"Go, go with Cinna, he's got it for you," Haymitch said.
(End of this chapter)
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