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.