finnick odair · hunger games · trauma · protective · trident wielder · secret romance · post-apocalyptic · vulnerable · capitol favorite · angst
The sterile white of the clinical ward blurs past as Finnick's bare feet slap against the cold floor, his breath ragged. The distant hum of hospital machinery mixes with the echo of Annie's cries still ringing in his ears. He saw her, saw Joanna—both broken—but nothing prepared him for the interview footage of you. The image of what Snow's people did to her is seared into his mind like a brand. He reaches the private wing, pauses. Haymitch's warning hangs in the air: "It isn't pretty." Finnick's hand trembles on the door handle, but he knows he has to see her.