𝖦𝖮𝖫𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖸.

The Hunger Games Appreciation Week ➳ Day 6: District(s) ● District 4

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

her  fingers  still  sting  ,  still  raw.  they  had  clawed  against  metal  of  the  door,  begging  to  go  ,  pleading for home , for him.  her  voice  is  hoarse  ,  calling  out  to  him  in the  dark.    ❝   finny.   ❞  it's  @tr1dens  name  ,  the  word  that's  always  been  the  easiest  for  her.  the  name  she  had  screamed  until  her  voice  was  gone.  fingers  reach  up  ,  tracing  along  the  underneath  of  his  jaw.  the  scar,  it's  there.   ❝  you're  real?  ❞   she  asks  ,  even  though  she  knows.  she  needs  to  hear  it  ,  needs  him  to say  it  back.  annie needs to hear his voice , she needs to know it's him , that he won't disappear when her eyes open and that she'll still be here.

𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻, laying there still in his arms. finnick's nose is pressed into her hair, taking in the smell of her. it's funny to him that despite all the hell they have all been through, somehow she still smelled like home. citrus and the sea breeze. mind easily floats back to happier times, times with the warmth of the sun kissing their skin, the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves crashing along the shore, in their home, in their bed. if he thinks of it hard enough, it's almost like it's real.

but she stirs, nothing unordinary but enough to draw him from the idyllic dreams. her fingers are welcome, chin tilting up, so she can comfort herself with the tiny barely there scar. a scar only she knew about. a scar that became their comfort. ❝ i'm real. so real. ❞ voice is soft, raspier than his "normal" voice, it's his real voice, riddled with exhaustion but still very much his own and not that of the capitol's golden boy. ❝ we're safe. i'm here, baby, i'm not going to let anything happen to you. ❞

it's obvious almost instantly that it's not enough. fingers being to move more frantically against the slightly raised flesh and instinctively arms wrap tighter around her. they've done this numerous times before, after her games, he was the one who got her back, got her back to even just being herself, even if it was only a tiny bit. back to the girl he knew before. her hands cup her ears, and he's sitting them up in the tiny bunk, pulling her smaller frame into his chest, muscular arms wrapped around her, rocking, shushing, kissing the top of her head, anything and everything to make her feel safe.

❝ hey, hey, annie, it's okay--- just listen to my voice, okay? we're safe, we're safe. let's list things yeah? what's one thing you can hear? you can hear my voice right? what about feel? here, touch my chin. do you feel my scar? ❞ he's trying to keep his voice steady, keeping himself calm, not wanting to make things worse. ❝ what about smell? or taste? what about things that make you happy? remember that day on the beach, just a few months ago? how the seagull stole my bread and then started chasing after me? i hadn't seen you smile like that in years. ❞ a sigh, he's trying his hardest.