"Cato!" she screeches. "Cato!"
"Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.
Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.
Sorry, but thank you so much!