"Can I see her?"
The hopefullness in his voice was easily detirmined.
It had been the longest hour of Finnick's life, and he had been sitting outside the door, worrying, the whole time.
"I don't think that's the best idea, , for her mental s-"
He was already gone, the white door shutting carefully behind him.
"Hey." He whispered quietly, turning around. He swallowed hard when he saw her, he wasn't about to breakdown. That wouldn't help anything.
Annie was sitting, her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting on her knees. She was shaking again, trembling, her small form curled up like that.
"Ann..."
He sat down silently on the bed, moving slowly, trying not to scare her.
She let out an involuntarily whimper, but didn't move.
He couldn't help feeling that this was his fault. But what can he do about it?
She was broken beyond repair.
Out of nowhere, Annie moans, clutching her head in her hands. She seemed as if in pain- but there were no visable wounds.
Finnick tried to pry her hands off of her head, tried to see what was wrong, but she just let out a tiny shriek, her expression twisting into a pained one.
"Shh, Ann, what's wrong?"
She stood up, clutching her stomach, and started to run to the bathroom.
She didn't make it that far.
Annie Cresta threw up blood all over the Capitol's white carpet floor.
They had told him the extentions of her injuries were mental. She wasn't supposed to be hurt physically.
So what the hell was this?
Finnick panicked. He shushed her and held her, and led her to the bathroom, where she threw up blood again, in the toilet. He held her long, thick dark hair out of the way, and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.
Something was definatly way wrong.
It hurt him to see his angel like this, so fragile and broken.
Annie was merely crying now, and Finnick flushed the toliet, gathering her in an embrace.
"I-I'm sorry." She whispered through her tears, and Finnick shook his head.
"Shh, no it's okay, everything's okay."
Nothing was okay.
Someone was going to get hurt for this, and it would probably be that …. excuse of a doctor.
Of course her injuries were mental.
It's not as if she was just coughing up blood.
Finnick shook his head at his own mental sarcasm, and held Annie tighter as she clung to his shirt, soaking it with her tears.
He reached and pressed a silver button, labeled 'Doctor.' Finnick hoped it would call the doctor in.
When her tears finally slowed, he kissed her forehead and murmured, "I'll be right back. I promise. Just stay here."
She nodded and he stood up, walking back into the bedroom just as the door swung open. The Doctor.
Finnick stopped and pointed at the thrown up blood, staining the Capitol's exqusite carpet.
"What the hell is this?"
The other man shrugged, and looked away, knowing what was coming next. Finnick stepped closer, glaring.
"What. The. Hell. Is. This?"
His anger was quickly increasing, and this wasn't going to turn out good if he didn't get an answer soon.
The doctor turned, and looked him straight in the eye. Finnick thought he would get an actual answer for a moment. Of course he was wrong.
"I don't know."
Finnick's glare hardened. "You said the extent of her injuries were mental. This, is not mental."
The doctor swallowed. He could tell Finnick wasn't happy, and that wasn't changing until he got a practical answer.
"I don't know. Everything was going fine."
Lies. They were all lies.
"You're a liar."
"Everything was fine until now. Her medication is over there, it was working." He managed to keep a calm, level voice, unlike Finnick, whose tone of voice was raising.
"Medication? Why the hell is she on medication?" His voice was raised, almost a yell. He knew, first hand, medication wouldn't solve the wounds of the arena. It wouldn't stop the nightmares. It was probably the problem!
"She's having flashbacks and breakdowns, and hallucinations. She's gone insane, we're trying to help her."
That was going a mile too far. Finnick had the doctor grabbed by the collar of his shirt, creating an atmosphere of fear in the room.
"She's not insane, do you hear me?" He growled, and the doctor looked away. Finnick only tightened his grip.
"Finn?" A tiny voice came from behind him, and he let go of the doctor, turning around, his anger shattering.
"Annie...what are you doing in here? Is something wrong?" He could see the glint of slight fear in her eyes, and his heart nearly broke then.
"I just missed you."
Again. She shattered his heart again.
He didn't know those would be last words she spoke for a long time. If he did, surely he would've done more than gather her in an embrace and murmur, "I missed you too."
He let the doctor disappear. Nothing else mattered any longer, it was just the two of them. And he wanted to keep it that way, forever.
He didn't let go of her, not for a long time. And she didn't mind. He didn't let go until she yawned quietly, closing her eyes. He then asked if she was tired, and when she looked down and nodded, he led her back to the bed in the middle of the room.
She layed down, and then looked up at him and patted the space next to her. His lips curve up in an amused smile and he pretends to think about it, before smirking and crawling in the bed next to her.
She snuggles up close to him, hiding her face in his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, just as she starts to drift off.