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Dated January 8th, 2011:
"Where is he?" he asked, bending his knees slightly to ready himself for walking, or as it would be, running. Taking a step towards the door, he stared at her. "What do we have to get?"
"Nothing. We have a stretcher, and a doctor, but we can't carry him." Peeta's strong. I've seen him around the bakery, carrying fifty pound bags of flour like they weighed nothing. Throwing weights around in the training room before the arena. But I'm not sure it'll be enough. Last time Haymitch was here as well, along with four miners and it took all of them to carry him home.
Gale Hawthorne arrives on the island in a bad way. For the second time, Katniss needs help carrying him.
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Dated January 8th, 2011:
"I don't..." He looks at her through her hair. "Don't tell me anymore right now, Catnip."
There are things I should do. I should tell him that I've done worse, that there was a chance it wasn't his invention. I could make things right at this very moment and accept that this Gale wasn't the same. I know all of these things, but I don't do anything. The only thing I do is nod once, numbly.
I nod, and hate myself a little bit more.
When Gale comes around, Katniss is waiting. The conversation doesn't make anyone hurt any less..
[ HERE | ONGOING | PG]
"Where is he?" he asked, bending his knees slightly to ready himself for walking, or as it would be, running. Taking a step towards the door, he stared at her. "What do we have to get?"
"Nothing. We have a stretcher, and a doctor, but we can't carry him." Peeta's strong. I've seen him around the bakery, carrying fifty pound bags of flour like they weighed nothing. Throwing weights around in the training room before the arena. But I'm not sure it'll be enough. Last time Haymitch was here as well, along with four miners and it took all of them to carry him home.
Gale Hawthorne arrives on the island in a bad way. For the second time, Katniss needs help carrying him.
[ HERE | ONGOING | PG]
Dated January 8th, 2011:
"I don't..." He looks at her through her hair. "Don't tell me anymore right now, Catnip."
There are things I should do. I should tell him that I've done worse, that there was a chance it wasn't his invention. I could make things right at this very moment and accept that this Gale wasn't the same. I know all of these things, but I don't do anything. The only thing I do is nod once, numbly.
I nod, and hate myself a little bit more.
When Gale comes around, Katniss is waiting. The conversation doesn't make anyone hurt any less..
[ HERE | ONGOING | PG]