《the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)》饥饿游戏(英文版)-第82章

gh　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　first。　The　entire　ceiling　glows　with　a　soft　yellow　light　allowing　me　to　see　that　Iˇm　in　a　room　containing　just　my　bed。　No　doors；　no　windows　are　visible。　The　air　smells　of　something　sharp　and　antiseptic。　My　right　arm　has　several　tubes　that　extend　into　the　wall　behind　me。　Iˇm　naked；　but　the　bedclothes　arc　soothing　against　my　skin。　I　tentatively　lift　my　left　hand　above　the　cover。　Not　only　has　it　been　scrubbed　clean；　the　nails　are　filed　in　perfect　ovals；　the　scars　from　the　burns　are　less　prominent。　I　touch　my　cheek；　my　lips；　the　puckered　scar　above　my　eyebrow；　and　am　just　running　my　fingers　through　my　silken　hair　when　I　freeze。　Apprehensively　I　ruffle　the　hair　by　my　left　ear。　No；　it　wasnˇt　an　illusion。　I　can　hear　again。
I　try　and　sit　up；　but　some　sort　of　wide　restraining　band　around　my　waist　keeps　me　from　rising　more　than　a　few　inches。　The　physical　confinement　makes　me　panic　and　Iˇm　trying　to　pull　myself　up　and　wriggle　my　hips　through　the　band　when　a　portion　of　the　wall　slides　open　and　in　steps　the　redheaded　Avox　girl　carrying　a　tray。　The　sight　of　her　calms　me　and　I　stop　trying　to　escape。　I　want　to　ask　her　a　million　questions；　but　Iˇm　afraid　any　familiarity　would　cause　her　harm。　Obviously　I　am　being　closely　monitored。　She　sets　the　tray　across　my　thighs　and　presses　something　that　raises　me　to　a　sitting　position。　While　she　adjusts　my　pillows；　I　risk　one　question。　I　say　it　out　loud；　as　clearly　as　my　rusty　voice　will　allow；　so　nothing　will　seem　secretive。　¨Did　Peeta　make　it？〃　She　gives　me　a　nod；　and　as　she　slips　a　spoon　into　my　hand；　I　feel　the　pressure　of　friendship。
I　guess　she　did　not　wish　me　dead　after　all。　And　Peeta　has　made　it。　Of　course；　he　did。　With　all　their　expensive　equipment　here。　Still；　I　hadnˇt　been　sure　until　now。
As　the　Avox　leaves；　the　door　closes　noiselessly　after　her　and　I　turn　hungrily　to　the　tray。　A　bowl　of　clear　broth；　a　small　serving　of　applesauce；　and　a　glass　of　water。　This　is　it？　I　think　grouchily。　Shouldnˇt　my　homeing　dinner　be　a　little　more　spectacular？　But　I　find　itˇs　an　effort　to　finish　the　spare　meal　before　me。　My　stomach　seems　to　have　shrunk　to　the　size　of　a　chestnut；　and　I　have　to　wonder　how　long　Iˇve　been　out　because　I　had　no　trouble　eating　a　fairly　sizable　breakfast　that　last　morning　in　the　arena。　Thereˇs　usually　a　lag　of　a　few　days　between　the　end　of　the　petition　and　the　presentation　of　the　victor　so　that　they　can　put　the　starving；　wounded；　mess　of　a　person　back　together　again。　Somewhere；　Cinna　and　Portia　will　be　creating　our　wardrobes　for　the　public　appearances。　Haymitch　and　Effie　will　be　arranging　the　banquet　for　our　sponsors；　reviewing　the　questions　for　our　final　interviews。　Back　home；　District　12　is　probably　in　chaos　as　they　try　and　organize　the　homeing　celebrations　for　Peeta　and　me；　given　that　the　last　one　was　close　to　thirty　years　ago。
Home！　Prim　and　my　mother！　Gale！　Even　the　thought　of　Primˇs　scruffy　old　cat　makes　me　smile。　Soon　I　will　be　home！
I　want　to　get　out　of　this　bed。　To　see　Peeta　and　Cinna；　to　find　out　more　about　whatˇs　been　going　on。　And　why　shouldnˇt　I？　I　feel　fine。　But　as　I　start　to　work　my　way　out　of　the　band；　I　feel　a　cold　liquid　seeping　into　my　vein　from　one　of　the　tubes　and　almost　immediately　lose　consciousness。
This　happens　on　and　off　for　an　indeterminate　amount　of　time。　My　waking；　eating；　and；　even　though　I　resist　the　impulse　to　try　and　escape　the　bed；　being　knocked　out　again。　I　seem　to　be　in　a　strange；　continual　twilight。　Only　a　few　things　register。　The　redheaded　Avox　girl　has　not　returned　since　the　feeding；　my　scars　are　disappearing；　and　do　I　imagine　it？　Or　do　I　hear　a　manˇs　voice　yelling？　Not　in　the　Capitol　accent；　but　in　the　rougher　cadences　of　home。　And　I　canˇt　help　having　a　vague；　forting　feeling　that　someone　is　looking　out　for　me。
Then　finally；　the　time　arrives　when　I　e　to　and　thereˇs　nothing　plugged　into　my　right　arm。　The　restraint　around　my　middle　has　been　removed　and　I　am　free　to　move　about。　I　start　to　sit　up　but　am　arrested　by　the　sight　of　my　hands。　The　skinˇs　perfection；　smooth　and　glowing。　Not　only　are　the　scars　from　the　arena　gone；　but　those　accumulated　over　years　of　hunting　have　vanished　without　a　trace。　My　forehead　feels　like　satin；　and　when　I　try　to　find　the　burn　on　my　calf；　thereˇs　nothing。
I　slip　my　legs　out　of　bed；　nervous　about　how　they　will　bear　my　weight　and　find　them　strong　and　steady。　Lying　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　is　an　outfit　that　makes　me　flinch。　Itˇs　what　all　of　us　tributes　wore　in　the　arena。　I　stare　at　it　as　if　it　had　teeth　until　I　remember　that；　of　course；　this　is　what　I　will　wear　to　greet　my　team。
Iˇm　dressed　in　less　than　a　minute　and　fidgeting　in　front　of　the　wall　where　I　know　thereˇs　a　door　even　if　I　canˇt　see　it　when　suddenly　it　slides　open。　I　step　into　a　wide；　deserted　hall　that　appears