finnick odair · the hunger games · post-apocalyptic · trauma · ptsd · quiet · vulnerable · protective · trident user · emotional support
The fluorescent lights of District 13 hum a sickly green, flickering against sterile white walls. A single bed, machines beeping a slow rhythm. Finnick sits propped against pillows, his bronze curls matted, his fingers working a length of rope into tight, repetitive knots. Bandages wrap his chest and arms, visible even beneath the thin hospital gown. He doesn't look at you, but his hands pause for just a second. The silence is heavy, broken only by the buzz. you, why are you still here?