Eden kept quiet after Janiel decided not to answer him. He didn't mind it, though; he understood if she was afraid and mistrustful, so he didn't press on. To occupy himself, he fumbled around with his supplies and thought. He thought about the other District 11 tributes, especially Galner. He didn't want to wonder what happened to him and Laetha, so he just hoped that they were safe and unharmed. He was confident that they were; Galner was too smart and skillful to go down so easily. After pondering about the situation, he recalled the almost forgotten fact that they were being seen by millions. His eyes darted up and around him, searching for cameras. Presuming they were disguised, Eden gave up and continued unraveling his gauze roll.<br/><br/>It was then that he heard a fleeting whooshing sound followed by a brief rustle. His head shot up and he peered around him again, asking, "What was that?" He looked to Janiel and then around them. Eden drew in a sharp breath when his eyes settled on the source of the sound: an arrow stuck in the ground just a meter away. Just when he discovered the arrow, the whoosh appeared again and he whirled his head around, seeing it just a few feet from Janiel. "Get up!" he cried, scrambling to his feet. He pulled Janiel up and nearly dragged her over to a cluster of trees. With a palpitating heart, Eden glanced around frantically for the archer staking them out, but saw no one. He gazed at his abandoned spear, but knew it would help none with the situation. Scanning the area over again, he bit his lip and asked Janiel, "Can you see anyone?"<br/><br/>No sooner did his arm jerk back that Eden felt a burning sting subsequent to a sudden blast of heat in his left arm. He gave a little cry and looked down to see that an arrow had impaled his bicep.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh God, no</span>, he thought in anguish and dread. He felt warmth stream down his arm immediately. "Dammit," he muttered through his clenched teeth. As his body trembled, Eden stared at his spear and toolbox with bitter yearning. "Janiel, run into the woods. I'll... catch up with you." He gave her a little push to goad her on.<br/><br/>Looking back at his possessions, he took a deep breath before darting toward them. He dropped to his knee while blindly grasping for his supplies. Once he had toolbox in his arm, he staggered to his feet and sprinted off into the woods again. As he continued to run, he realized that he had no idea where Janiel went. He cursed at himself in his head, but reassured himself that she would be safer in the cover of the forest. He felt a sharp pang in his bicep again and gasped, falling to the ground. As he lied in the vegetation spitting out dirt, he realized that before the arrow jutting out of his arm had collided with a tree he had passed. Why is this happening? he mentally asked the universe in self-pity. The universe didn't respond.<br/><br/>Eden rolled over onto his back and stared up at the blue sky peeking through the towering trees. He knew that he needed to get up, but didn't. It was only a few hours into the Game and he already felt wasted.<span style="font-style: italic">Get up</span>, he told himself.<span style="font-style: italic">You can't just lie here. Get up.</span>His body didn't heed his commands. Eden gritted his teeth until his head ached. It actually felt good to have pain somewhere else besides his arm. The wound had a dull sting now that sharpened whenever he moved it. His mind drifted to what Stark said the night before.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...and I can tell you now... you have absolutely no chance."</span>Eden's eyes dulled.<br/><br/>"Don't prove him right," he murmured. "Get up." His torso shifted and he exhaled in a hiss. "<span style="font-style: italic">Get up!</span>" He finally sat up and winced at the pain in his arm. "Since I've come this far..." Slowly, he got to his feet and straightened himself. When he collected his items again, he saw that the toolbox had been opened before and he no longer had the thermos or the jar of cream. Eden closed his eyes and breathed, trying to will away the frustration.<span style="font-style: italic">Can't go back now</span>, he thought as he continued deeper into the forest. As he walked, he stared at the arrow in his arm and wondered how he would get it out. He decided not to upset himself further with such questions.