"Rue.  Rue!"  I heard someone whisper.  I opened my eyes quickly and see Katniss looking in my general direction.  I pointed to the nest again, thinking she didn't understand me before.  She made a sawing kind of motion with her hands and I understood that I needed to get away if I didn't want to be stung.  I nodded and looked up at the sky.  Good, it was only dusk.

Then I grabbed a branch from a nearby tree firmly and leap.  The only sound I make was slight rustling.  Good.  Nobody would suspect that.  I got further and further away from the nest, but then I pause.  What about Katniss?  Would she be okay?

I rested for a little bit, and started to drift off again...  *Crash!* I'm up and wide awake.  I heard distant yelling of, "To the lake!  To the lake!"  The yells got more distant, but then I heard a long, piercing scream.  I'm glad that it didn't sound like Katniss, but I was still worried.  Was it really Katniss?  Or was it one of the female Careers?  I thought of who it would most likely be.  

Katniss.  It sounded too vulnerable.  Clove.  Too high-pitched.  Glimmer.  Too- well, it's likely her.  That girl from District 4.  That's also pretty likely.  Was that really all?  It must have been either the District four girl or Glimmer.  Then I heard jerky yelps of pain, and I flinched, almost falling out of my tree.  A cannon shot.  I waited.  Then another.  Peeta's voice suddenly cried out, "What are you still doing here?  Get up!  Get up!  RUN!  RUN!"  I wondered who he was talking to.  It must have been a fellow Career.  

Branches snap near me and a pool of vomit appeared out of a bush.  Katniss suddenly crashed through the same bush and vomits some more.  I looked away until it ceased.  I hated vomit, always hated it.  That putrid smell.  The gross feeling.  And especially the lumpy acid that rose out of your stomach and you are forced to spit it out everywhere.  I wrinkled my nose.