the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第45部分 (第2/7頁)

。　How　wrong　it　looks　in　my　bloody；　filthy　hand　with　its　dirt…caked　nails　and　scars。　My　mouth　waters　at　the　smell；　but　I　place　it　carefully　on　the　floor；　not　trusting　anything　so　clean　and　pretty。

Through　the　glass；　I　see　the　doctors　working　feverishly　on　Peeta；　their　brows　creased　in　concentration。　I　see　the　floping　through　the　tubes；　watch　a　wall　of　dials　and　lights　that　mean　nothing　to　me。　Iˇm　not　sure；　but　I　think　his　heart　stops　twice。

Itˇs　like　being　home　again；　when　they　bring　in　the　hopelessly　mangled　person　from　the　mine　explosion；　or　the　woman　in　her　third　day　of　labor；　or　the　famished　child　struggling　against　pneumonia　and　my　mother　and　Prim；　they　wear　that　same　look　on　their　faces。　Now　is　the　time　to　run　away　to　the　woods；　to　hide　in　the　trees　until　the　patient　is　long　gone　and　in　another　part　of　the　Seam　the　hammers　make　the　coffin。　But　Iˇm　held　here　both　by　the　hovercraft　walls　and　the　same　force　that　holds　the　loved　ones　of　the　dying。　How　often　Iˇve　seen　them；　ringed　around　our　kitchen　table　and　I　thought；　Why　donˇt　they　leave？　Why　do　they　stay　to　watch？

And　now　I　know。　Itˇs　because　you　have　no　choice。

I　startle　when　I　catch　someone　staring　at　me　from　only　a　few　inches　away　and　then　realize　itˇs　my　own　face　reflecting　back　in　the　glass。　Wild　eyes；　hollow　cheeks；　my　hair　in　a　tangled　mat。　Rabid。　Feral。　Mad。　No　wonder　everyone　is　keeping　a　safe　distance　from　me。

The　next　thing　I　know　weˇve　landed　back　on　the　roof　of　the　Training　Center　and　theyˇre　taking　Peeta　but　leaving　me　behind　the　door。　I　start　hurling　myself　against　the　glass；　shrieking　and　I　think　I　just　catch　a　glimpse　of　pink　hair　�　it　must　be　Effie；　it　has　to　be　Effie　ing　to　my　rescue　�　when　the　needle　jabs　me　from　behind。

When　I　wake；　Iˇm　afraid　to　move　at