Disclaimer, I don't own the Hunger Games. If I did Finnick would have a longer death scene because he deserves it. Not the short death that he gets.
Previously:
My thoughts raced wildly around in my head. Lottie sunk forward. Just then a shout rang out. Lottie was grabbed from behind by a dark hand she whirled around only to get punched in the face.
Hawthorns body felt limp behind mine as I dragged him away from the blood. My head seemed to be in complete shut down. My ears registered the sound of Hawthorn's hand on the ground, but there was no response to it. I had no idea where I was walking. Just keep Hawthorn away from the careers. Lottie would have wanted that. Lottie… I fought the tears, I couldn't let them obstruct my vision.
A surge of memories came into my mind, broken pictures of Lottie before and after, of Hawthorn hung by his hands to a tree, so that his wrists dislocated along with his shoulders, and arms. The fire dancing in Dave's eyes as he looked down at Lottie. Her bleeding lip, and broken body, still defying the careers, allowing me to escape with Hawthorn. It was the first time that I heard someone had laughed after a kill. No! Stop thinking about it, you have to save Hawthorn.
My steps quickened as my second wind set in. Suddenly, I stopped. The sky was lightening and I found myself in front of the most fortified hideout that I could have ever hoped for. There was a tree behind a semi-circle of dense bushes. Also There was an old track made by some animal. So I guessed that a den must be in the bushes, somewhere. I let go of Hawthorn, and crawled under the bushes. I was right there was a den! It even had a well made roof. And once Hawthorn woke up we could climb the tree. Hawthorn. I pulled him into the den and tried to set his arms back into place.
After a while they didn't look so a-symmetrical. I felt his forehead with my hand, he didn't have a fever. Then I let the memories of last night come crashing back. Lottie…I can't do this. I thought, I need her! I'm only 13 I shouldn't be taking care of Hawthorn. I let hopelessness over take me, the tears came and I didn't try to stop them. I cried myself to sleep. Effectively missing Lottie's face as it lit the night sky.
A/N: I know it was short I'm sorry. Anyway If you have questions or just want to say something about my writing style, have any criticisms, please feel free to review