Recovery
I walk down the bland halls of District 13. I'm heading to the hospital, I really hate going to the hospital but have a very good reason and that is Finnick. Well, I guess I have two reasons since I am pregnant. I found out soon after Finnick left and couldn't wait for him to come back to tell him. He will make a great father. However, that didn't happen because I was told Finnick was dead. Finnick lied to me about where he was really going. He told me he was going to shoot a propo, but not in the Capitol near the front lines. Katniss told the same lie to her family that Finnick did. He probably didn't want to worry me but when I found it just pissed me off. Even more so when they told me he was dead.
I didn't understand how he could be dead for going in a non-hostile zone. I know a war was going on and he could've died but it was so unlikely. That's when they told me where he really was. He went to the Capitol to be part of a mission to take down Snow once and for all.
I was so angry. I was angry at Finnick even though he was dead. The anger went away eventually and when it did I crawled into myself dissociating myself. If I wasn't pregnant I probably would've locked myself in my room and never come out.
I was so depressed and if Johanna didn't help me I would be in a much different state. I wanted to go home badly, but they didn't want anyone to leave until the war was over. I got to leave the dreaded place when I was called to vote, to vote if there should be a 76th Hunger Games with Capitol children. I voted no and brought to the table that so would Finnick if he was here. He would've been a lot more vocal about his decision than I was. The vote was in favor to have another Hunger Games.
Once again I was furious.
When it came time for the assassination of President Snow, Katniss didn't kill him. Her arrow hit President Coin instead. It was obvious that she was aiming for her, they only give her one arrow so she had no intention of killing Snow. It took me a while to figure out that she killed Coin instead because Coin was similar to Snow in a way. She crowned herself Interim-President and wanted the violence between the District and the Capitol to continue on. She was still out for revenge.
While all this was going on though Finnick was still alive. He was found and taken to a refugee camp, not far from the Capitol city limits. He was badly injured, unidentifiable, and dying. A hovercraft came to deliver supplies to the camp and take patients who were very injured, the ones who were dying. Finnick was taken to 13 where they worked on him. I was told by one of the nurses that he almost died several times. By the time he got stable they were finally able to identify him by his sea green eyes. I was about to leave for District 4 when they told me they found Finnick and he was alive, but in a coma.
I didn't believe them, how could I? I went anyway. He had lots of bandages and tubes on his body. I'm surprised they could tell it was him but once you looked at his eyes there was no denying it. I also found out that most of the population from 13 has brown eyes.
I don't know how long Finnick was in a coma, but he still had brain activity which was good enough for me. The doctors would update me of his condition, but most of the time I didn't understand what they were saying, there was so much medical jargon, I only asked if Finnick was okay. If they said yes that was all I needed to hear.
When they took the bandages from his face it was bad especially on the right side of his face. The wound left so many scars. Finnick was always known as the most attractive victor with his flawless glowing golden skin and sea green eyes. Now his face is scarred and disfigured. He is still perfect to me, but the shallow Capitol citizens would have no desire in him. The left side of his face was mostly fine, but the right side... it was so bad.
I don't remember how long he was unconscious. I think it was only a few weeks, but still seeing him severely injured and passed out was terrible. I couldn't tell how much pain he was in. After he woke up they had to sedate him frequently because of how much it hurt. When he was awake he was pretty doped up and didn't remember the things I told him. When he was finally able to bear the pain I was able to tell him everything that had happened.
We won the war, Snow was dead, Coin was dead (that took some explaining), we can go home once he is better, and that I'm pregnant with our son. He was so happy.
I finally make it to the hospital and find his room easily. I spend almost all of my time with him even though he sleeps a lot. I just want to be close to him. I was told he was dead and since by some miracle he is not I never want to be away from him.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
Remember you have something that will cheer him up. I think to myself.
Finnick is happy most of the time, but I can tell he is depressed. When he first saw his face it was terrible. He was told he was the most handsome person for almost his whole life so seeing yourself scarred and disfigured would be shocking. His beauty was a part of who he was even if he didn't see it that way, unconsciously it was always there. It's not just his face either the whole right side of his body is scarred, some of them look like bite marks. They wouldn't tell me where they found him in the Capitol. Honestly, I don't really care. He's here with me now and he gets to be a Father.
There was also a lot of damage in his left eye, so much so that he lost his vision. He took this news harder than seeing his face for the first time, which surprised me. He needed surgery for a glass eye.
I open the door and smile. He's sitting in bed playing with a string of rope.
He looks up at the sound and smiles.
"Annie." He says.
"Finnick." I say. I sit in the chair next to his bed and take his hand in mine. "How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Bit better." He says.
I can't tell if he is lying so I usually ask the doctors but he has been smiling more and he needs less pain meds and bandages each day.
"How about you?" He asks and moves his hand towards my growing stomach.
"We're okay, in fact I have something to show you." I say and pull out the ultrasound pictures from my pocket. "I have new pictures." I say and show it to him. "I think he is going to have your nose." I say.
"Yeah." He says. He doesn't sound as happy as I thought he would.
"What's wrong? Does something hurt, I can get-"
"I'm fine Annie. I'm just missing so much."
"Finnick going to a doctors appointment with me is not missing anything." I say.
"Can't hear the heartbeat." He says.
"Finnick it's fine. You'll be there when he is born." I say and kiss his cheek, the scarred side.
"How does your eye feel?" I ask.
He moves his hand to the dressing on his left eye.
"It's fine, they should be taking out the stitches today." He says.
"That's great." I say and kiss his cheek.
He nods.
"Can we talk about something else?" He asks. He doesn't like talking about the loss of his eye. He's a bit better with his face, but there is something about his eye that really bothers him.
"Of course, what do you want to talk about?" I ask.
"The baby." He says.
"He's fine Finnick, we both are." I say.
"I know, I meant what we should name him." He says.
"That's easy." I say with a smile.
"You picked one out without me?" He asks with a smile.
"I knew what I wanted to name him as soon as I found out it was a boy." I say.
"What's that?" He asks.
"Finnick, after his Daddy." I say.
He smiles and kisses my forehead.
"Really?" He says.
"Really, I've just been debating if jr. should be tacked on at the end." I say.
"Don't ad jr." He says and presses his lips to mine.
"Okay." I say and kiss him again.
"I can't wait till he's here." He says.
"I can't wait till we are home." I say.
He nods.
"I think everything is going to work out okay. Once we get back to District 4 we get to start a new life, a life with freedom." I say.
He smiles and runs his thumb over my cheek bone.
"God I hope so."
A/N: There will only be one more chapter where Finnick and Annie are home and adjust to their new life.