The Other Everdeen (Cato Love Story)

Chapter 11: sick

I woke up the next morning and threw up.

"Damn. What did you eat?" Thresh asked hold my hair back.

I kept throwing up until I had nothing left in me. Everytime I tried to speak I just dry heaved.

"Give me your arm," he told me.

I wearily let him see it.

"There a little red but not infected, " he told me.

"Infection would -" I heaved again, " cause this."

"Okay. Let's get you some water," he said.

"Is it clean?" I asked.

"Yeah, I cleaned them after we bathed. Did you drink any of it?" He asked.

"Shit," I said and heaved again.

"Jasmine!" He shouted.

"I went underwater -" heave, "and hit my foot. I gasp and got three or four gulps," I told him.

"Its okay. It's okay. We can fix this," he said putting his head to my forehead,"your burning up."

"I'm going to die," I coughed.

"No. No your going to be fine, drink."

I drank some water. He even made me eat some berries. They did last long before I threw then up. Thresh looked panicked.

"Thresh. I'm dead," I told him.

"You will be fine. Just rest," he said.

I fell asleep for about thirty minutes. When I woke up I started heaving again. Except this time blood came out.

"Shit. Its fine," he said worriedly.

I wiped the blood from my mouth and leaned against the tree. Thresh sat with me. I leaned in him and groaned in pain.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered kissing my forehead.

"Not your fault. Tell Cato I love him," I told him.

Boom! A cannon went off.

"I wonder who?" I asked wearily.

"Rest again," he said to me.

As I was falling asleep I heard," attention tributes. There will be a feast tomorrow, it will have the thing you all desperately need. Good day."

"Dont go," I told thresh.

"You will die," he said moving my hair, which was sticking to my forehead thanks to sweat.

"You could die if you go," I told him as night falls.

"Only one died today," I told him.

"Theres six left. Me, you, Cato, clove. I'm guessing, Foxface, probably peeta," he guessed.

"I agree. I'm in the final six," I laughed and started heaving again.

Suddenly there was something on the tree above our heads.

"A sponsor!" I cried out and thresh rushed to get it.

"Its a drink that helps settle stomachs. It wont heal you but should help you rest," thresh told me.

He handed it to me and I took a gulp.

"Haymitch sent a note, here," thresh handed it to me as I sipped the bubbly drink.

"This is the best they were offering. Good luck Jasmine," I smiled.

Night had overtaken and they would show the boy from six in the night sky. I settled down and finished off my drink. It didnt help completely, but I did feel a little better.

We heard the capital music and looked up. A loud gasp escaped my lips. For it was not the boy from six up there.

It was peeta.