Fanfiction: A Clato story part 3

Tracker jackers

I wake up to the harsh buzzing, TRACKER JACKERS! "TO THE LAKE!" Marvel shouts. We all run to the lake except for Glimmer, I can hear her annoying girly screams and almost laugh to myself, until the venom hits. I stumble along and when I finally reach the lake I collapse before I can get in and everything is dark.
"Clove, CLOVE!" A familiar voice shouts.
"Five more minutes mom," I groan.
"I ain't your mama," the voice says. I open my eyes a little and see an outline of a face, when my eyes adjust the is Cato, right in front of me, inches from my face I could just.... NO! Cato helps me up, "Right uh, thanks," I stutter. He nods quietly and then Marvel runs up, "CLOVER!" He beams.
"Hello," I reply. He envelopes me into a hug and kisses me, until Cato clears his throat. I pull away and look down, "so what happened while I was out?" I ask.
"Peeta betrayed us so Cato cut his leg, surprised he hasn't bled to death yet, Michael finished the land mines and I killed district 10 boy," Marvel answers.
"Who all is left?" I say.
"Us, the redhead from 5, both from 11 and both from 12, not for long," Cato replies. I nod, 8 left, this will be easy, right? I sigh and get up but my legs wobble and I almost fall until Cato grabs my waist and steadies me, when he grabs me a shock runs through my body but I ignore it. We settle down, I don't know why I'm so tired but I fall asleep as soon as I get into the tent. Do I really love Cato? But what about Marvel? I love them both but I am so confused. But a part in my heart tells me that Cato loves me and always did. I don't know what to trust.
Hey guys! Sorry this is so short! I couldn't really think of anything but please like and comment this!