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Colt grunted as he sat on his knees holding the wound to try and stop it from bleeding. "It's in the tent. By the left far corning wrapped in a piece of cloth...There's a bowl next to it and a piece of thick wood, bring those out....Then crush the leaves and mix them with water...." He said in a pained growling voice. His fingers were getting coated in blood as he tried to stop his bleeding. But it was so close to an artery he wasn't sure he could keep it under control much longer. As he watched Thia get up he leaned against his boulder and tried to calm his heart, trying to stop the flowing blood.

Colt grunted and gritted his teeth. He saw that Thia was trying to do her best so he decided to help her a little bit. "Pull the cloth up just a little more and double knot it...." He said through gritted teeth. He gently grabbed her hand and showed her where the top of the cloth should be and that the knot should be over the middle of the wound.

Colt grunted in slight pain as she tightened the knot. He looked at it then leaned his head back on the boulder. His skin had gone pale and his face was white. He looked at Thia. "Good job." He said quietly and in a breathy tone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He opened his eyes and looked at Thia, "Can you hand me my shirt?" He asked her softly, he just barely remembered that right now he was shirtless.

Colt slowly got his shirt on with Thia's help. He nodded at her question. "Yeah.... I can make it..." He said softly. He sounded confident, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. Colt slowly moved his legs behind him so he was sitting on his knees. When he tried to stand up on his own he looked like he was just going to fall down and pass out. He lightly put his hand on Thia's shoulder just to steady himself. "Sorry..." He whispered in a breathy tone.

Colt shifted so he could lay down on the sleeping bag. He smiled weakly at Thia, "Thanks Thia..." He said softly as his eye lids fluttered closed. Then his breathing softened and his muscles relaxed. He had fallen asleep from the blood loss and new exhaustion. Around the bandage there was a red spot from his wound bleeding.

Colt stayed asleep peacefully for a about half an hour but then his blissfully empty sleep was filled with a nightmare.
In the nightmare he was on his rock, drawing a picture of his mother, when a knife flew by his ear. Then an arrow. Colt looked up confusingly at Thia. "Thia? What are you doing?"
"There's only a few people left Colt! And soon there's going to be one less." She growled at him.
Colt just looked at her. Then there was a rustle in the bushes, the boy from district 11 emerged, with the arrow still in his chest, blood flowing from the open wound. He smirked at Colt. "Thought you could kill me huh?" He hissed at Colt
Then the boy from district 1 came out, his throat sliced open and bleeding. He didn't say anything, just glared.
Then the girl from eight emerged, she also stood beside Thia and glared at Colt.
And finally the girl from his district came. Her name was Rain. As in raindrop. "You knew that you would never win Colt. You're too soft for the Games. You're father is ashamed of you, and your mother cried when you killed them." She said motioning to the boys he had killed. She walked up and stood right in front of him and rubbed her foot all over his drawing ruining it. "You're going to die Colt. I'll make sure of that." And with her last word everyone launched at him. Shooting him, tearing him into pieces. Everything. Until there was nothing left.
With a gasp Colt sat up with a jerk. His forehead was coated in sweat and his arm was throbbing. He laid back down and tried to calm his breathing. He had an awful headache.

Colt looked at Thia. He cleared his throat, "Nothing....Just....just a nightmare...." He said slowly. Then he readjusted himself so he was leaning up against the wall of the tent that had solid dirt on the other side, so he could sit up. Colt had a feeling that trying to sleep again was a bad idea. He grabbed a charcoal stick and a extremely big and round and flat rock and started drawing to try and calm himself. He drew a house in the middle of the woods, like the ones that surrounded him right now. He added a pond that looked like the one that was just a few meters away from him. And he drew his mother, sitting on a porch swing, reading a book. She had told him that was the kind of life she had always wanted; a peaceful one. After he finished he set it down, Colt looked at Thia. "What is District ten like?" He asked, wondering if it was peaceful there.

Colt nodded at Thia's question. "She's....She's my Mother...." He said softly. He listened to Thia. "You're lucky....to live in District 10...." He said bluntly in a whisper.