A/N: Here is chapter four! I'm terribly sorry for the delay...don't hate me! I was just very busy over the Easter holidays and didn't have time to write, but I do now so...yes it's updated now! =)

I hope you all had a great Easter too!

Question (answer in reviews if you'd like): If the Hunger Games were real, and you were reaped, what would your strategy be in the arena? Mine would be a tombstone with my name on it. XD yes, I wouldn't make it very far!

I snap back to reality after what probably was a good few minutes of being lost in my thoughts. Everything comes flooding back into my mind at once, Katniss and Peeta are in the arena, they're both alive, Katniss just got attacked by fireballs, she got burnt...but she's alive...

I look around the room briefly. Haymitch is still out, probably still arranging to send Katniss that medication for her charred calf. Portia and the rest of Peeta's prep team are watching the screen, silently whispering about what has been happening recently. My team is back in the room, expressions empty yet filled with sorrow. I'm pretty sure my expression is similar in many ways.

I look back at the screen to watch again.

Katniss is still in the water, looking sick and light-headed. She might have just looked at her leg. I know she doesn't handle blood very well. I slightly grin, remembering that about her. But I know now is definitely not the time to show even the slightest hint of smiles. Katniss is just hanging around in the water, seeming like she's deep in thought. Maybe memories or thoughts about what to do next. She has her leg laid up on a rock now.

She takes the time to refill her water, eat even the slightest food, and organize her things by packing them up. Her jacket got pretty badly scorched, so she cuts off the large damaged part, which leaves her only with the smallest part only coming down to the bottom of her ribs. Well, it's better than nothing. I always want her to have something. She sits there for a while, with her backpack on her shoulders, ready to run off if needed. She looks like she's expecting something. Does she want someone to find her?

The minute the thought crosses my mind, someone does find her. A few someones, actually. The last people in these Games that I wanted her to come across. The Careers. They look hardly any better than Katniss, coughing and choking, but they chase her with weapons ready. Katniss had the head start though, and is in the lead. I'm on the edge of my seat. She can't die! No. She wont. She's surely smart enough to outsmart them...right? I pray I'm right.

The cameras cut off of Katniss as the Careers are chasing her. I silently curse under my breath, I have to make sure she's alright, and I can't if I don't know what's happening. The cameras are on Peeta now. He's with the rest of them chasing her, but he's falling slightly behind, looking tired yet sympathetic. Maybe he doesn't want to kill Katniss after all. He runs up to join the chase again and the cameras switch to Rue, the little girl from Eleven. She's up in a tree, watching as the Careers chase Katniss closer to the tree next to hers. She's probably trying to decide whether or not running would do any good. I guess she decides against it because all she does is climb higher into the tree and watch.

They go back on Katniss, and I suck in my breath. She's climbing the tree, looking extremely tired and in severe pain. Probably from her burns. She makes it to a high branch just as the Careers and Peeta gather below her. She stands on the branch, leaning against it with a smug look.

"How's everything with you?" she calls down to them. What is she up to?

"Well enough," says the boy from District 2, "Yourself?"

"It's been a bit warm for my taste," Katniss replies.

It hits me. She's doing this for the sponsors. Surely the crowds will love this!

"The air's better up here. Why don't you come on up?" Okay, she got me there. Now they might just come after her. My heart beats faster and faster as I watch.

"Think I will," says the same District 2 boy.

"Here, take this, Cato," says the District 1 girl, Glimmer, I think. She hands him a silver bow and arrow sheath.

Katniss should have those. She's an archery master, from what I've heard. The sight of them seems to draw her in, as she looks angrier than ever. I don't blame her. She could have had a lot of food and advantage with those. My fear is still evident though, as the District 2 boy, Cato, pushes away the bow and draws out a short-bladed sword. I gulp.

He climbs, seemingly with some difficulty. Katniss just climbs higher and higher, mocking him. That's my girl. She's just like a squirrel. A branch cracks and the boy crashes down to the ground, unharmed. Of course. He's swearing quite a bit though. This event must be extremely enticing, because the cameras haven't gone off them yet. The girl from District 1 attempts climbing, but has the common sense to stop as branches under her feet begin cracking. She tries shooting Katniss, but it's obvious she doesn't have much skill.

Katniss picks up the dislodged arrow and waves it mockingly over their heads. She's tricky, but that could become a problem with the Careers. They get angry a little too easily. Like right now, as they are grouped up and furiously arguing.

Peeta silences all.

"Oh, let her stay up there. It's not like she's going anywhere. We'll deal with her in the morning," he says it rather harshly too.

The Careers start a fire and settle in for the night. Katniss arranges her sleeping bag and slips into it, buckling herself into the tree. The sounds of night emerge in the arena. Katniss looks over at something across from her, bright eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. It's Rue. The cameras switch to Rue, watching Katniss. Katniss seems startled, at least from what I can see through the darkness. She must know Rue will not harm her as she is not in attack position. They don't speak. Akward silence comes over the arena, but Rue does one simple motion that changes many things. She points. To something right above Katniss's head. Katniss looks up and her eyes grow wider.

Tracker Jackers.

Tracker Jackers. Very lethal creatures. They're genetically engineered wasps, pretty much. Their stings cause searing pain, wild hallucinations, and, if you get enough stings, death. Katniss could get stung if she doesn't find another tree right away. But she also has the Careers to think about. One move and they'll be up watching her.

The cameras show the boy from 11, Thresh I believe. He's found shelter in a nestle of bushes, and is sitting awake. It is kind of hard to sleep during the Games, I'd assume. Knowing that any minute someone could show up and kill you with one swoop of a weapon. They show all of the other remaining tributes, all of them settled somewhere for the night, and the odd few out looking for food or hunting.

They once again go back to Katniss. She's on the branch that supports the Tracker Jacker nest, and she has her knife out. What? It comes to me. Oh, no! Is she really going to cut it down? It will land practically on top of the Careers, hopefully killing them. That will be to her advantage. But Peeta is there, and he seems to be on her side...but she doesn't know that. She could kill him. She could also get herself killed. Or badly stung. My expression shows pure horror as she begins to saw the branch. The anthem is blaring in the background.

I look over to Portia and Peeta's prep team. They look scared. Probably for Peeta mostly, as he could get killed by the Tracker Jackers if he doesn't move quick enough. Maybe also for Katniss though, she's in danger too. My heart is hammering in my chest as I watch her saw the branch away again. She stops. The anthem stops. She can't do it now, or she will risk waking up the Careers. She begins cimbing back down and settles onto her branch. I sigh with relief, but I know she'll just continue in the morning. Fantastic.

She turns and notices something on the branch beside her. A silver parachute attatched to a silver pot. Her gift! Haymitch must have finally gotten it sent to her. Oddly enough, he comes bursting into the room just as she settles back into the branch holding the medicine. He has his usual glass of alchohol, but it looks like it hasn't been drank from yet. Maybe he's sober for now.

"Oh, I see she's got the little gift..." He says, slightly slurring. He's drunk.

"Yes, she did. You did a good thing for her, Haymitch." I say, giving an amused yet thankful smile.

"I suppose so...you're welcome sweetheart," he says, watching her gratefully rub the medicine into her burn and whisper her thanks.

Night falls, and it is late. So I say goodnight to everyone and make my way to my room. I can't shake my worry though, and I never will. Not until I know my Girl on Fire is safe.

~oOo~

Morning comes a little too quickly. I have been up almost all night. My thoughts keep me awake all the time. Usually they're on my designs and outfit choices, but now they're on something much more important. Katniss. I know she's OK, I saw her last night. I just can't get rid of the feeling that something might happen to her when I'm not there to watch.

After a quick and mainly silent breakfast, with the occasional joyful squeal from Effie, ugh, I walked down the corridor with Flavius and Octavia to the main room where we would watch yet another day of Katniss fighting for her life. It breaks my heart every time to even think of her in the arena, let alone see it. But I must. I have to see with my own two eyes that she is safe.

After we're all seated, the screen comes alive with the anthem and seal, and the cameras go on the arena. First a birds-eye view, and then going on every remaining tribute. Some are still asleep, some are awake. When they show the Careers I am quite happy with the fact that they're still asleep, so they don't attack Katniss. Peeta seems to be awake though, and is staring at Katniss with a look of grief. Then they switch to show Katniss.

She's awake, putting away her sleeping bag. I smile at this, knowing she's still alright, but the smile quickly fades as she takes out her knife and climbs to the nest-supporting branch once again to complete the task.

"She better know what she's doing, those 'Jackers have bad stings." Haymitch mutters.

I assume he came in contact with these during his time in the arena. He's always had just some sort of disdain towards them. Everyone does, but his just seems more...experience-caused. I wouldn't know though, I really don't know much about him at all. Not that I even want to.

Katniss is sawing away, when she makes a sudden yelp, and another, and another...filled with pain. She's been stung. Three times. She's going to go through the hallucinations, leaving anyone who finds her a clear path to kill her. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and my heart hammers. Not only am I worried for her, but it breaks my heart to see her in so much pain. She keeps sawing though, determined. The branch finally creaks, moves down, and falls.

Right to the Careers.

It lands, and all of the Tracker Jackers fly out at once in a loud, buzzing frenzy. The Careers are all up and alert in an instant, grabbing their things and screaming. They all make it away, running far away as possible with minor stings. Peeta makes it away too. He must have dozed off again before the nest fell because he seemed startled. The District 1 girl, Glimmer, falls though. She's covered in them, getting stung everywhere. She's screaming, and, within seconds she's dead. It's not a pretty sight at all. I look away briefly, until the cameras focus on Katniss again. She's jumped, or more fell, out of her tree and is walking towards Glimmer. Her eyes are darting everywhere and sweat is evident on her forehead. Hallucinations. They're starting on her.

"She's gonna be in for a rough few days..." Haymitch sighs.

I nod. Poor Katniss. I feel terrible. She's bent down beside Glimmer and is trying to wrench the bow out of her hands. She really needs that, then she could definitely win. She seems to be struggling with it though.

"Come on, do this!" She harshly and weakly whispers to herself.

She pulls a few more times and manages to get it into her grasp. She also grabs the arrow sheath. She runs a little farther away, staggering every few steps. Then she stops. Looking dazed and confused. I wonder what horrible things she's seeing that aren't really there. It makes me shiver. She really needs to move, or the Careers will come back and find her. I don't even want to think about what could happen then. Peeta suddenly comes crashing through the bushes, screaming at her to go. He really does love her.

She seems confused for a moment, but Peeta gives her a gentle shove and she takes off in the opposite direction. Cato comes crashing through the bushes moments later, outraged. He probably saw Peeta guiding her away. They begin yelling at one another, then Cato takes out his sword and aims it at Peeta before Peeta could do anything. Oh no, this can't be good. The cameras switch to Katniss before we could see anything. But I fear the worst might have happened to Peeta already. No cannon has fired though.

Katniss has stopped running and is walking slowly through the forest. Her eyes are slits, still darting everywhere. She's staggering in her steps, and swaying from side to side. Extreme difficulty walking, but she's not dehydrated. It must be the hallucinations getting to her. That has to be it. She can't...no. No she can't be dying. She just can't! I have a pure horrified and worried expression on my face, tears are brimming my eyes but wont spill. Three stings shouldn't kill somebody...n-no s-she can't d-die. It's hard for me to even think about it.

"Oh, no..." Haymitch whispers.

Before I could say anything, Katniss collapses. Full out collapses on the ground. She's curled up in a fetal position. Her eyes closed, her breathing barely noticeable. The only thing keeping me sane right at this moment is the sight of her shaking. Something's terribly wrong. The hallucinations must be worse than I thought.

And I don't know if she will wake up.

Oh, cliffy! Haha, well since I missed the original update date maybe I'll update again on Sunday or Monday for all of you amazing readers! Does that sound good?

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