Prompt: Finnick taking care of Annie while she is sick.
Finnick fished out a tray from one of the kitchen cupboards and laid it down on the table. He filled a glass halfway with water, picked a single pink flower out of the vase on the windowsill, and placed it in the glass. He then prepared a mug of steamy hot tea and added two sugar cubes (and popped a third one in his mouth to eat). When the chicken soup he was cooking on the stove was ready, he filtered out all the lumpy pieces of chicken, because even though chicken soup was Annie's favourite, she didn't like any bits. It was a challenging and time-consuming process, but Finnick didn't mind. He would do anything for Annie.
Annie was tucked up slumbering in bed, under Finnick's orders, after contracting a nasty bout of the cold. She had been determined to go about her day as normal, but after seeing how much she was coughing and sneezing, Finnick sent her straight back to bed, equipped with three extra blankets, a couple of painkillers and a multi-pack of tissues. It was lunchtime now, and Finnick had thought some hot food would make Annie feel better. Once he had poured the now bit-free chicken soup into a bowl, he cut a couple of slices of Annie's favourite brown bread from the loaf and assembled them on a plate. He then loaded the bread, the soup, the tea and the flower onto the tray and began to carry it up carefully to their bedroom. Luckily, the door wasn't completely closed, so Finnick was able to open it easily.
"Knock, knock..." he said quietly.
Annie, who was having a nap under a mountain of quilts and blankets, opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Finnick. He smiled back at her and gently placed the tray on Annie's lap.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Chicken soup, with no bits," Finnick beamed, looking very pleased with himself.
He perched on the edge of the bed and took Annie's hand in his.
"Thanks, Finn," Annie smiled, softly blowing on her first spoonful of soup before eating it.
"You're welcome, my love," said Finnick. "Did you take your painkillers?"
Annie nodded, taking another spoonful of soup. Her nose was red from being rubbed raw – the bin in the corner of the room was overflowing with tissues.
"I'll have to get you some salve for your poor nose," said Finnick. "I'll run down to the drugstore as soon as you've finished your lunch."
"You don't have to!" Annie insisted, dipping a slice of the bread into the soup.
"Honey, it looks sore."
"It's not that sore," she told him. "And besides, I wouldn't want you to walk all the way to the drugstore in this horrible weather just for me."
Finnick stroked Annie's hand with his thumb and spoke in a soft but serious tone.
"I'd walk to the end of the earth for you, angel."