I draw back my string; focus on the deer, I loose my arrow. It flies straight and true to hit its mark. The deer falls. It was the first deer we sighted since they let us start hunting and Gale pats me on the back and begins to whoop; scaring away all other game we could have hunted.
"This is gonna make a good meal!" he says as we run over to it.
We kneel over it, I pull out my arrow and Gale slits its throat for good measure. Which I find pointless. Then he heaves it up in his arms and puts it over his shoulder. The deer is a good weight and he stagers slightly under the pressure, but he soon comes right.
"Need some help?" I ask. I stand up to give him a hand but am overcome by a strange wave of vertigo and have to sit down right away.
"Are you okay?" he asks in concern and nearly drops the deer.
"I'm fine," I tell him. "Just a little dizzy. My head still mustn't be right." Gale gives a small nod as I slowly pulled myself to my feet. We trudged back to 13's gates where some solders are waiting for us. I find myself slightly out of breath, there is something nagging at me in the back of my head. Something I just can't quite remember. I've been having that nagging thought for the two months I'd been here at District 13. But I can't figure out what it is. I'd been forgetting about a lot of things lately. What with being in the hospital and my mind being in shock. Lately all that was on my mind was Peeta's up coming rescue mission. Which they refused to let me go on.
The soldiers take the deer off Gale and help us down to the kitchens.
Greasy Sae breaks out in a huge grin as she sees what we caught. I sit up on a counter and she begins to skin the animal. The smell of raw animal meat reaches me and I scrunch my nose. Had this deer been ill or diseased? It smells terrible… almost rotten. As they cut into the flesh my stomach lurches and I quickly run over to the empty sink where I puke my guts out. Gale is right behind me holding my hair off my face and rubbing my back.
"Ugh," I groan. "What is wrong with that meat…? It's awful!" Gale and Greasy Say look at me oddly.
"The deer's just fine Katniss," Gail tells me. "It's just like every other one we've hunted… you must be sick. Come on let's take you to the hospital to see your mum."
"No, no. I feel fine now," I tell him. "Except now I'm really hungry!"
"Well try and hold on till dinner, it's not to far away." Greasy Sae never thinks too much about how sick people are. If they throw up then want food right after that's just fine with her.
"What! How can you think of eating now?" Gale cries.
"Oh, leave her alone," says Greasy Sae. "It's because she's pregnant." I'm startled by that for a second before I remember that Plutarch had forgotten to spread the rumour of my miscarriage. Not that it mattered. Most people in 13 knew it was a hoax anyway.
"No, I'm not pregnant. That was just a-" I stop as I realise what had been bugging me all this time. "A cover up," I continue. "To win some sympathy from the Capitol… I have to go," I say. Then I run from the room.
I don't stop running till I reach the small bathroom in my room. I yank open the draw labelled with my name and look in. There at the back is the unopened packet of sanitary pads that had been there when I arrived nearly two months ago… Two moths ago! I don't even need to count down the days since my last period because all I know is that it was before the games!
I turn the tap on and splash my face. I take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror.
I am pregnant.
I. Am. Pregnant!
I flash back to that night just before the games when Peeta and I had been taken over by that crazy passionate kiss. The night we had made love.
That had been near exactly two months ago.
I am pregnant with Peeta's child.
I look at my reflection again before I crumple to the ground, broken down with tears.
I am pregnant.