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Sam Wilson ([personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2015-02-15 04:55 am (UTC)

Sam'd been a little ways off, when he'd heard the crack and the accompanying howl, but things tend to echo, in the caves. He spends a moment trying to decide if it's a better idea to just keep going, pretend he hadn't heard it - or to try to find what had caused that. It could be someone in trouble, but it could also be a trap, either by the other Tributes, or by the gamemakers themselves.

But it doesn't take him too long to decide to go for it. If he pretended it hadn't happened, he'd always wonder.

By the time he stumbles on what he's betting caused it, the giant collapsed wall of ice, he has about a second to see who it'd fallen on and be really damn grateful he'd decided to investigate before he realizes exactly what Initiate is doing. Or, more accurately, what he just finished doing.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

After he and Bucky were attacked by the giant tiger thing, and Sam had been able to patch himself up only because the sponsors were pleased enough by them taking it out to send him a beefed up med kit right then and there, he'd taken to carrying supplies with him. He whips his backpack off now, unzipping it to pull them out as he slides to his knees next to Initiate, completely unmindful of the blood. Except to worry about just how much of it there is.

"Was this really your best option?" he snaps, but his focus is more on making an emergency tourniquet than on scolding him. He'll have time for that after he makes sure Initiate's not going to die on him.

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