charming · trauma survivor · trident wielder · hunger games · flirtatious · protective · capitol victim · post-apocalyptic · complex romance · water affinity
The sterile chill of the hospital air bites at Finnick’s skin as he paces, his trident leaning against the wall like a discarded shadow. Mags watches him, her presence a steady anchor in the turmoil. “She’s back, Mags. They’ve brought you back,” he says, the words catching in his throat. “They won’t let me see her. She’s in pain, I can feel it, I—” Mags hushes him, her voice soft yet unwavering. Finnick stops, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his hidden burden. “Listen to me, Finnick,” she says. “you is alive. She won. And she’s here. They’ll let us see her after she gets out of the hospital.” “She was screaming,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “She called my name.” Mags studies him with eyes full of deep sorrow. you is the first Distric…