"Are you<span style="font-style: italic">sherioush</span>?" roared Stark in a slur, kicking an open suitcase and sprawling its contents over the ground. Just a moment ago, the scathed Careers had returned to the Cornucopia only to find that half of their supplies was stolen. Many containers and bags were missing while most of the  remaining ones were opened and rummaged through. One of the two tributes that were supposed to guard the supplies was found dead alongside the pile of corpses. The other one was missing.<br/><br/>As Stark foamed and raved, the other Careers either stared wearily or gathered what supplies they had left. Jacobine knelt down beside the guarding tribute and saw that he had three arrows stuck in him; one in his shoulder, one in the back of his neck. He looked over to the others and said, "People must have ambushed these two. Either they took the other one's body or he was scared off. And... obviously, they stole our stuff."<br/><br/>"Goddammeh," muttered Stark through some gauze on his tongue. He took it out to say, "I knew thsat Thseeta should've shtayed here. Alsough, she woulden have helped thsat mush." Coren, who was attached to Stark by the hip, gave a quick glance around and asked, "Where is Theeta anyway?" Stark made a muffled scoff and sputtered, "Who givesh a damn?" By the way the subject was dropped immediately, "No one" would be the answer to Stark's rhetorical question.<br/><br/>Rieve, a girl tribute whose arms were covered with blisters from the acid, weakly held up a tin can and said, "I found some ointment. I'm sure there are other cans, so keep looking." Getting her own containers, Coren went over to Stark and start to gently apply a gelatin-looking cream upon his affected areas. Stark frowned at the tingling sensation and she said, "This is numbing cream. I don't think that ointment will feel too good if it's applyed right away." She used the gauze on the serious burns on his arm and used some bandages for the rest. Once she was done, she began dabbing some of that numbing ointment on the large blister over her cheek and temple. Stark suddenly grabbed her wrist and she froze, gazing at him with worry as well as intimidation. With a vacant stare, he set her hand down in her lap and scooped some of the cream into his fingers, then applied it onto her cheek. Coren's eyes softened while Stark's remained hard.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>After the quarrel, Eden just sat against the cave wall, leaving the other two alone. He still had a few more questions, but they weren't so important they couldn't wait until tomorrow. Everyone was too exhausted, physically and emotionally, for any more questions. Finally able to relax, he saw that his dressings were covered with blood. He cut them with his spear and slowly pulled them off, wincing as the gauze clung to the wound. As he redressed his injury, he wondered if it staying with these two would be worth it. He empathized with Rye's hatred, but his animosity toward the girl could jeapardize their survival. Moreover, he pitied the girl. What happened was an unfortunate event; it wasn't like she meant for Rye's brother to be killed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Anything is better than to be alone</span>, Eden told himself as he lied down upon his bed of rock.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm sure that things will work out.</span>He shifted his body to accomodate the cave floor, but jagged edges kept digging into his back. He finally rolled over onto his stomach and used his right arm as a cushion for his head. Although he doubted the possibility of rest in such an uncomfortable position, he was unconscious within minutes.