“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,” says Peeta. “Even if my mother isn’t a healer.” I’m jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. “You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?” “Real,” he says. “And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?” “Real.” I shrug. “You were the reason I was alive to do it.” “Was I?” The comment throws him into confusion. Some shiny memory must be fighting for his attention, because his body tenses and his newly bandaged wrists strain against the metal cuffs. Then all the energy saps from his
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