Hey! Sorry I am writing this in the place where I'm staying at, my friend has internet connection and I don't, GR. So this may come up soon or in a few days.

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Finnick Odair

The next day I headed out to the hospital all alone. I wondered if Annie would be going there. Nobody seemed to be up at Victor's Village. I wandered out to the fish market and walked through the crowd. People noticed me when I walked by, some of them glared, and some of them looked at me with lust. I tried to ignore the looks as I made my way through the crowd. The fish market was a sort of dirty place, with fish bones and other unidentifiable things littered on the worn down cobblestoned floor. Different venues were scattered around the place, most of them all sold the same thing: fish. Some sold nets, strings and some just sold jewelry made out of sea glass and seashells. I decided to buy a few for my mother, Opal, and Mags. All of them were different in way. The one with the lighter green sea glass went to Opal. The slightly older-looking one was for Mags, my mother got the one with seashells in it. I wanted to get one for Annie, but none of them seemed to be right. So I decided after visiting Mags I would make her one.

Once I made my way out of the market I half walked/ half jogged to the hospital, and my whole body ached to see Mags. I got to the once white hospital that was now a dirty grey because of the weather and got inside. The nurse at the table looked up at me and beamed "Hello there. How can I help you?"

I didn't like how happy she sounded, the tone in her voice was too cheerful and merrily for a person who worked at a place that was sometimes filled with death. I cleared my throat "Yes. I am looking to see another person admitted here. Mags? I would like to visit her. Which room is she in?"

"Oh. She is in room 102. On the second floor."

I nodded, thanked her and walked over to the very old elevator. Thankfully it didn't break down and I got up safety. When I got to the second floor nobody was there, a few nurses with their hair tied up walked around and checked peoples rooms but I barely paid attention to them as I walked over to the room.

Mags lay in the bed. Her old body looked even more fragile and small. She opened her eyes like she sensed someone was watching her. I watched as her green eyes lit up slightly.

"Hi Mags!" I practically ran over to her bed. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, and I remembered that she might not be able to sleep. I eased myself onto the leather chair besides her. "I guess you're just going to have to get used to me doing the talking." I paused and pretended to think about it "Well I do already."

She flashed me a toothless smile and opened her mouth to speak. When she tried to speak the words were garbled and I couldn't understand them at all.

"Mags, the doctors said you're not supposed to strain your throat." A familiar voice said behind us.

I turned my head, Annie and to my dismay Wiley stood at the door. Wiley gave me hard look. Wiley and I didn't hate each other exactly, but we didn't get along either. Unlike me when Wiley was forced to prostitute he refused even though he knew very well that his family would be killed. I sort of thought it was selfish. Johanna did the same, but she thought he was bluffing.

Mags blathered on again. The duo pulled out chairs and sat down. There was a very long and awkward silence. "Mags should be released soon, I think tomorrow." Annie said in a low voice, but in the even quieter room she sounded like she was yelling.

"I'll come get her." Wiley and I said immediately. I was sort of shock, Wiley and Mags never seemed to be that close.

Mags nodded and patted both of our hands, as if to say 'you both can come. I missed you.' I gave a smug smile when her hand lingered a little longer on mine then Wiley's.

Wiley winked at Mags "Well I should get going, see you later."

Once he left Mags got comfortable in her bed. She shooed us out, muttering on about 'sweeping' which I think meant 'sleeping'. So Annie and I waved to Mags and left as she closed her eyes.

We walked down the hallway in silence. "How are you doing?" I asked, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck.

"Good." She looked up at me, her green eyes filled with some sort of intensity. "How are you? How was your… trip?"

I knew what she meant. "Uh…" I was defiantly not going into details "it was fine."

Annie would have no idea what it was actually like. But she might have to soon, and I would not allow it. I was quiet until we stepped out of the hospital and walked down the stairs.

Once nobody was around us I asked. "Has Snow… called you in yet?"

Annie furrowed her eyebrows "Why would he do that?"

"You know…" I sputtered "He asked you to-,"

She shook her head. "No!" She said harshly "He threatened me, but he didn't say anything about it. Besides," she muttered "nobody wants the mad girl."

I stared at her in disbelief, all this time I had thought she was going through the same thing that I was. I sighed with relief and I grinned. But then my grin left my face when I realized she said 'nobody wants the mad girl.' Why wouldn't anybody want Annie? She was smart, gorgeous, independent, funny, and strong and she was a survivor.

Then I realized something: I wanted the mad girl.

It all made sense. The protectiveness, the jealously when I saw her with Wiley, me freaking out whenever I thought Annie was going to do, the way she made my heart speed up when I touch her or even when I was around her. My mind seemed not to be able to process this and I sat there in stunned silence.

"Finnick?" Annie whispered, moving closer to me.

"I know someone who likes the mad girl Annie."

"Who?" She didn't seem to buy it.

"Me." I crushed my lips against her.

Annie made a gasping sound against my lips, which made my lips curl into a smile. For one scary moment I thought she was going to protest but suddenly she was kissing me back. Her lips moved with mine, her hand touch my shoulders and my arms, and my hand was tangled in her hair. One of her legs hooked onto mine. I felt free when I was kissing Annie, like the Capitol didn't control me, like I could kiss or have sex with anyone I wanted and who I wanted too.

We pulled apart and I smiled down at her, I was breathing heavily. Her eyes were filled with happy tears. Annie wrapped her arms around me, her voice was shaking "Why me?"

To be honest I didn't have an answer yet. She somehow found a way to creep under my shell and into my heart. I loved the idea of being with her, but I would never be able to tell the Capitol. Never.

"Annie?" I whispered. She looked up at me, her eyelashes appeared to be larger, her eyes were more rounded and innocent. "I'm sorry, but we can't tell anyone."

She nodded into my chest "I know. It will be our little secret."

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I'm back! Sort of… I have internet connection *whoops with joy*! So I should I should be able to update once every few days because we are doing things (obviously, haha it's not like I would be sitting around in the peoples place where I am staying at and do absolute nothing hehe, sorry!).