There was a knocking on the door, soft and low at first and then slightly louder.

"Finnick, it's Katniss. Please open the door."

My back was still against it. I think I had cried myself to sleep there on the floor because I was disoriented and my face hurt. My head was pounding. I forced myself to stand and turned to unlock the door after a moment. I thought for a split second maybe I had dreamt the whole thing, but when I saw Katniss' face I knew I hadn't.

Her expression was pained and she went to reach for my arm cautiously before putting it back down at her side again. She looked like she might tuck it into her pocket but instead she just fidgeted nervously.

"I'm sorry. Finnick, I'm sorry about everything." She was whispering and on the verge of tears so I stepped aside and motioned for her to come in.

"Do you want to talk?" She inquired plainly and I didn't know how to answer.

"About what?" I asked, monotone. Emotionless for the moment.

"Anything. I don't know. I know you're hurting." She was looking around the room and finally made eye contact with me. I paused for a moment before I responded.

"I don't know what I'm feeling, Katniss." We stared at each other quietly before there was another knock on the door. It was Plutarch. We both turned to face him anxiously and he motioned for us to sit down. He took the chair so Katniss and I sat next to each other on the cot. She was close to me and took my hand in hers, patting it sweetly and trying to calm me. I was glad to have her there. I welcomed her hand. We both hung on Plutarch's words.

"They are going to slowly wake her Finnick. We knew that you'd want to be with her. But there are a few things you need to know..."

Katniss turned from Plutarch to study my response.

"I'm listening." I responded, flatly.

"Ok. We don't have any idea how she will come to. They strapped her down but it's just for her protection until we have a grasp on her brain activity..." I nodded along as he paused for me to take it in. I felt queasy and Katniss tightened her grip on my hand as he continued, "we don't know what, if anything, she will remember. And we don't know how long it will be until things start to come back to her. If they do. We don't want to create memories for her, we need her to come to them herself."

I nodded again and lowered my head trying to imagine what that might mean.

"So we should just...keep her comfortable? Keep her calm?" Katniss asked questions for me. I didn't know where to start. Plutarch stood.

"Yes. That's exactly what she needs. You're a team. A family. I've seen what you can do. And you can do this. All of you, together. Whenever you're ready."

He excused himself quietly and Katniss was locked on me. Waiting to see if I was going to fall apart, but I refused. That wouldn't be what Annie would want and it certainly wouldn't help her. Instead I just turned towards Katniss with a new resolve. Taking care of Annie was my job and I was good at it. Why should this be any different?

"You ready?" She intoned softly, forcing a half smile which I met before rising from the bed, not dropping her hand. We walked into the hall and I found myself running my fingers through my hair with my free hand as if somehow my appearance at that time mattered. Beetee and Plutarch were standing guard outside of her room, which now consisted of only Annie and one other nurse. I studied her and saw that the look of peace was fading from her face as she seemed to near conciousness.

"Try to just help her to take it easy, Finnick. We will monitor her brain waves to be sure she isn't overwhelmed."

I nodded at Beetee, who adjusted his glasses as he gave me instructions.

"Good luck," Haymitch added, and for the first time I noticed they were all still there. All but Johanna, and I wished she would have been. I needed a little reality.

They slipped me into her room and I cautiously approached her bed, sitting on the edge of it. The rustling of the sheets caused her to stir. My nose flared in protest to the tears that I refused to let come as I watched her. Still hooked up to machines and electrodes, strapped into the bed. Her head turned towards me and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

I smiled at her anxiously, just enough to try to comfort her the way I always had. She just stared at me blankly and I felt my heart dip and sink a little.

"It's ok, Annie, everything is going to be ok now."

I lied. Who knew if anything would ever be ok again. I noticed her rail against her restraints weakly and then look down to question them with her eyes. She winced as she swiveled in bed and then put her head back down, relieving some of the pain that trying to sit up caused.

"Try to keep still if you can, you've been through a lot."

She looked at me again, her brow furrowed deeply, before examining the room around her.

"Where am I?" She whispered softly with a hoarse and unfamiliar voice. I cleared my throat.

"You're in the Capitol. You're safe. These doctors as taking care of you."

She winced again.

"What is it? Are you in pain?"

I asked her quickly, fighting the urge to hold her and comfort her, I looked back at the one way windows, knowing they were watching me. I didn't expect her to be hurting.

"My stomach. Something isn't right...it's sore..."

I glanced down at her stomach and then shut my eyes. Tight and hard. Again I begged myself silently not to show the pain I was feeling.

The baby. I didn't know what it meant to lose a baby, or how the doctors would have handled that afterward. But I certainly knew I was about to have to lie to her again. I nodded gently and forced an easy smile through a furrowed brow.

"You just...you haven't eaten, Annie. I'm sure as soon as you're able...that will help the pain."

"Annie..."

She whispered back to me as I said her name. She whispered it several times.

"I'm Annie."

I furrowed my brow again and against my better judgement put my hand on hers in spite of her restraint. She let me take it.

"Y...yes...you're Annie. Annie Cre..." I stopped myself realizing I hadn't actually thought of the fact that I hadn't said it out loud yet, "Annie Odair. You're from the fourth district."

My voice was shaky and I could tell it disoriented her even more than she already was but man was she studying me as I spoke.

"Annie Odair," she repeated with a question, trying to wrap her mind around it, "and who are you?"

I tightened my hand on hers even as I wanted to pull it from her.

"I'm Finnick..." I glanced towards the window again but nothing. I didn't know how far I should push or how much I should say.

"You're Finnick..." She repeated. Absolutely lost as she did. I couldn't take it anymore and I hated myself for it. I stood from her side and walked to the door, knocking to be let out.

The door buzzed and slid open. I huffed and took a deep breath, walking in circles, rubbing my face and trying to make sense of what I was up against.

"You did good, Finnick.." Beetee called to me and that was it. I snapped. I did good? I helped my wife survive her own private hell only long enough to fry her brain and kill her unborn child? I did good? I turned on him.

"Fuck you."

Plutarch stepped towards me and I shoved him. Hard.

"And fuck you, too. She doesn't know who I am! Fuck, she doesn't know who she is! You said the worst case scenario was death I think this might be worse. And what about the baby. Did you take the baby? Why is she sore? What did you do? You should have known..this is bullshit..."

Katniss moved toward me and placed her hands on my shoulders, her tear stained face doing its best to comfort me.

"Finnick, calm down. I know you're upset but this isn't helping..."

"And fuck you, too. I'm sure you give a rat's ass what happens to Annie. All you care about is Peeta..."

Katniss' eyes had left mine and she was looking over my shoulder. Through the glass, her mouth open. I turned to see what caught her glance and saw that Peeta had slipped into Annie's room and now sat beside her. He was stroking her hand and touching her face...and she was closing her eyes against it. He was comforting her in the way I hadn't been able to. I moved towards the glass with Katniss beside me and we studied them. I watched Annie's face for any sign of recognition or change, and noticed that there was a little more movement in the screen projected behind her.

"If anyone understands her right now, it's Peeta. He's been through this. He may be able to really help, Finnick."

I listened to her words and nodded along but didn't take my eyes off of them as they spoke. Peeta was smiling, genuine, engaging her in some story and slowly she cracked a smile, too.

"They're similar, I think," Katniss continued, "just like us."

I mulled her words over in my head. Suddenly feeling like we were two teams and I wasn't on the one I expected I'd be.