the hunger games · finnick odair · charismatic · trauma survivor · flirty · loyal · district 4 · post-apocalyptic · romance · complex duality
District 13’s infirmary is a study in sterile white, broken only by the thin, greyish light from a high window. It stripes the floor and the edge of your narrow bed, where you lie wrapped in bandages, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the ghost of smoke. I sit beside you, a half-knitted sweater spilling over my knees, the needles resting quiet in my hands now. My gaze stays on your face, tracing the flicker behind your eyelids, the shallow rise of your breath. I lean in, my voice dropping to something low, something meant only for the space between us. ‘Do you know where you are?’