Note: I do not own any material of the Hunger Games, Catching Fire, or Mockingjay.

Madge POV

I sit on my bed and stare at the picture. It really is a nice picture. I feel kind of bad that I yelled at Finnick like that. Bad, but not too bad. For a while I think that maybe Finnick will come back and tell me…well…anything really. I'm not sure why my feelings about Finnick are so muddled. I mean, he seems like a nice guy…to me. But I don't know who he really is, as he so very kindly pointed out.

"Madge? Madge, open your freaking door!" Oh my God. I recognize this voice, and I practically run into the door trying to open it. A slightly annoyed face meets me, and I scream and throw my arms over her.

"Oh my God! Katniss! Are you okay? How long have you been here? What happened? Do you know where-" She cuts me off with a wave of her hand and a slight grin.

"Well, glad ya' missed me. Yes, I am fine. As of right now, anyway…I've been here since you all have. They just kept shooting me up with drugs, and I didn't get a chance to leave my room. And…well…I'll tell you what happened later. Since even I don't really know, it'd be kind of difficult to tell you," she tells me, her face twisting into a grimace. Katniss doesn't really seem like the kind of person who enjoys being left out of important things. Not like anybody does, but Katniss especially. We stand there for an awkward moment, and she raises her eyebrows at me.

"Well, you gonna let me in, or am I just going to stand out here?" she asks, and I laugh and open the door for her. The second she walks into my room, her nose crinkles up. "Ugh, I hate hospital rooms. They smell like bleach. Hey, what the heck? I knocked on your door for like five minutes. You're lucky I didn't bust down the door," she says, her intense gaze turning to me.

I smile and blush. "Sorry, I was, um, thinking…" I finish lamely, looking down, and I'm sure blushing an even deeper red.

"Thinking of what?" she asks, a slight smile in her voice.

"Nothing," I answer a little too quickly.

"Oh come on Madge! Guess who I saw in the hallway…and talked to," she says, tilting her head and smiling at me. I stop breathing.

"Who?" I swear to God if Finnick told her anything I'm going to kill him. She laughs and sits on my bed, patting the spot next to her.

"Yeah…he told me you guys got into a fight. And that you were pretty pissed over something he did."

OH MY GOD. I'm gonna kill him, I think. What else did he tell her?

"What else did he tell you?" I ask, trying as hard as I can to keep the anger out of my voice.

"First off, why don't you tell me who he is," she says, grinning.

"What?"

"Madge. Come on.. I knew you were mad over some boy. And I think I know who he is, but first I want confirmation," she says, patting the spot next to her a little harder. "Who is it?"

I cave in, sit down, and sigh heavily. "Finnick," I say, blushing at the mention of his name.

"Finnick?" she repeats, her face eyebrows shooting to her hairline. "Whoa. I thought you were talking about Gale," she says, looking thoroughly confused.

"Gale?" I say. "No. Um, Finnick," I repeat, looking down at my fingers.

"Well then…that's new. When did you meet Finnick?" She asks, looking at me like I'm insane. Which I probably am at the moment.

"Um, I was in the hallway and he said hi…kind of…and then he asked me out and I said no. But then later he showed up in my room after I…was talking to Rory," I finish slowly, remembering the conversation Rory and I had. Tears well up in my eyes, and Katniss looks at me, concern clouding her face.

"Madge? Hey, Madge, are you alright?" she asks softly, rubbing my arm. My tears turn into sobs, and I try my best to choke them back. But it's just not working.

"Katniss. My Dad's dead. He died in the bombing! I forgot him! How does somebody forget their own father?" I scream, and she pulls me into a tight hug. She lets me cry, and then I realize that there's somebody else in the room, and Katniss is talking to them.

"…her dad, he died in the bombing…"

"…is she okay? Do you want me to get…"

I look up to see who it is, and this time, he really is the first thing I want to see. I practically throw myself onto him, and I can tell that he's surprised, but he hugs me tightly anyway, petting my hair softly.

"Madge, I'm sorry…I know I'm not helping any," he says, and sets down on the bed with me. There's a faint surprise when he starts singing to me, but he has a very pleasant voice, so I don't ask him to stop.

And the hardest part

Was letting go, not taking part

You really broke my heart, oh, oh…

His voice is so soothing that I stop crying and listen. It makes me want to go to sleep. He has a very smooth voice, a low tenor. When I open my eyes I realize that I'm not the only one crying, and that Katniss has left us. There is a steady flow of tears running down his face, but it doesn't seem to affect his singing at all. I wipe the with my thumb, but they are quickly replaced.

"Finnick. Why are you crying?" I ask, and he looks at me, eyes rimmed with red. He tries to smile, but this time it just doesn't pull through.

"This is the song my dad used to sing to me before he died. He sang it to me when I felt like you do right now. Tired. Scared. Alone. Madge, listen to me. You are not alone. There are people who know exactly what you're going through. Me. Katniss. Talk to me. Please," he tells me, and his voice is so tender, that I reach up and touch my lips to his. Once. Twice. Very softly. This kiss sends rockets through my spine, and I feel a little better now.


Title credit to Coldplay. :) Thanks for reading. I was originally going to end it here, but I had a brilliant idea, and now I'm adding on. ;))