She was a little bit sniffly with a raging headache and nausea that swelled through her body like a wave rolling over the sandy shore. She'd thrown up earlier, and maybe she would again, but she wasn't going to stay in bed. She had a stomach bug, not a pair of broken legs.
She was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch and her hair was a mess since she hadn't brushed it - she wasn't going out in public, so why did it matter?
"I love you," Finnick said, walking out the door.
"I know."