第33部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

ˇs　unable　to　move　an　inch　on　his　own。　Heˇs　so　weak　that　the　best　he　can　do　is　not　to　resist。　I　try　to　drag　him；　but　despite　the　fact　that　I　know　heˇs　doing　all　he　can　to　keep　quiet；　sharp　cries　of　pain　escape　him。　The　mud　and　plants　seem　to　have　imprisoned　him　and　I　finally　have　to　give　a　gigantic　tug　to　break　him　from　their　clutches。　Heˇs　still　two　feet　from　the　water；　lying　there；　teeth　gritted；　tears　cutting　trails　in　the　dirt　on　his　face。

¨Look；　Peeta；　Iˇm　going　to　roll　you　into　the　stream。　Itˇs　very　shallow　here；　okay？〃　I　say。

¨Excellent；〃　he　says。

I　crouch　down　beside　him。　No　matter　what　happens；　I　tell　myself；　donˇt　stop　until　heˇs　in　the　water。　¨On　three；〃　I　say。　¨One；　two；　three！〃　I　can　only　manage　one　full　roll　before　I　have　to　stop　because　of　the　horrible　sound　heˇs　making。　Now　heˇs　on　the　edge　of　the　stream。　Maybe　this　is　better　anyway。

¨Okay；　change　of　plans。　Iˇm　not　going　to　put　you　all　the　way　in；〃　I　tell　him。　Besides；　if　I　get　him　in；　who　knows　if　Iˇd　ever　be　able　to　get　him　out？

¨No　more　rolling？〃　he　asks。

¨Thatˇs　all　done。　Letˇs　get　you　cleaned　up。　Keep　an　eye　on　the　woods　for　me；　okay？〃　I　say。　Itˇs　hard　to　know　where　to　start。　He　so　caked　with　mud　and　matted　leaves；　I　canˇt　even　see　his　clothes。　If　heˇs　wearing　clothes。　The　thought　makes　me　hesitate　a　moment；　but　then　I　plunge　in。　Naked　bodies　are　no　big　deal　in　the　arena；　right？

Iˇve　got　two　water　bottles　and　Rueˇs　water　skin。　I　prop　them　against　rocks　in　the　stream　so　that　two　are　always　filling　while　I　pour　the　third　over　Peetaˇs　body。　It　takes　a　while；　but　I　finally　get　rid　of　enough　mud　to　find　his　clothes。　I　gently　unzip　his　jacket；　unbutton　his　shirt　and　ease　them　off　him。　His　undershirt　is　so　plastered　into　his　wounds　I　have　to　cut　it　away　with