A/N: In Annie's POV

Two Things I Know To Be True

"Finnick stop." I say as he pushes me on the beach.

"No thank you." He teases and laces his fingers with mine. We walk hand and hand down the beach for awhile.

"Are we going to talk about it?" He asks quietly.

"Do we have to." I look at him sideways. Finnick is going to the Capitol again. Normally he wouldn't make such a big deal about this but this time it is different. Well it feels different for him not me. Which I don't understand.

I stop walking and close my eyes. Thinking about this is making me nauseous. I haven't been doing okay the past month. Although Finnick is worried I'm strangely not. I will miss him and worry but, no more than usual. He is worried about me because I've been having more 'episodes' than usual. I don't know why and don't care to either. It has been a few years since I left the arena. I thought my mind was getting better but I guess the winds have changed and my mind is back to crazy.

I close my eyes

"Annie." He says.

When I open my eyes the sky is an ugly puce red color just like it was in the arena. The sea waves crash around me

The waves start to storm in just like it. I start to run away. I end up falling to me knees and hug my self.

"Why!" I shout. I'm not sure at what but it doesn't matter I start crying.

I hear a sliding motion and feel hands around me.

"Get off!" I shout and try and back away.

"Annie it's just me." I hear. My vision starts to cloud and the sky keeps shifting from a crisp blue to an ugly puce. The blue ends up winning and then I see Finnick next to me worried.

"Finnick." I say out of breath.

"Everything is fine now. I'm right here." He says and kisses the top of my head.

My hands are still wrapped tightly around me and I start shaking.

"Annie I'm right here. It's okay." He whispers and rubs my back.

I start breathing quickly. I think I'm having a panic attack but can't tell.

"Annie. Breathe in and out deeply. It's going to be okay." Finnick says calmly probably because this happens more than either of us would like to admit.

"I… I'm… I..." The sky starts spinning and I feel like I'm choking.

"Shhhh." I hear Finnick sooth.

He is rubbing my back and breathing in and out deeply. He's trying to get me to copy his breath but it isn't working.

I can't catch my breath. The sky keeps spinning. Before I know it l'm throwing up on myself. I put my hands on my face like a deranged person.

My breath is starting to come back to normal. I feel sweaty. However that doesn't compare to the foul smell of vomit that is on my chest, torso, and upper legs. I wipe off a strand of drool from my mouth.

Finnck kisses my temple.

"Can you stand up?" He whispers. He doesn't sound shocked or repulsed. This has happened before.

I nod.

"Okay let's go home." He says. He stands and pulls me up. He wraps his hand around my waist to support me. He starts to led us home. I feel a little like jelly. I want to sit down but I know Finnick won't let me.

"You're okay." Finnick says but I don't feel okay.

I look over to see if Finnick has vomit on him and I'm surprised because he doesn't.

"You're okay." He keeps saying. We are walking at a nice steady pace. Not too slow. Not too fast.

It has probably been a good thirty minutes before we get home. We did walk down the beach a decent amount.

We walk through the door and I start crying.

"It's okay." Finnick says and kisses my forehead. He puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me square in the eyes "Let's get you upstairs. Get you into some fresh clothes. Maybe just pajamas." I hear Finnick say and stroke my hair.

I just look at him strangely.

"Come here." He says gently.

He leads us to our bedroom. I'm about to sit on the bed.

"Not there." Finnick practically shouts. He clears his throat. "I don't want you to get throw up on the sheets." He says gently.

I look at him strangely.

He walks over to me and intertwines his fingers with mine.

"Come here." He whispers and leads me to the bathroom. He kisses my cheek. "Let's get your clothes off and get you into some nice clean ones. Okay?" He says and brushes hair from my shoulder but I don't move. "Annie?" He asks concerned.

"Okay." I whisper but still don't move.

"You okay?" Finnick asks.

"You do it." I whisper barely audible. I don't think he heard.

"Annie?" He asks.

I look at him strangely.

"Ann?" He asks worried this time. He sighs and leaves the room. I turn to the door wondering if he just left me here.

I hear him come back and look at him standing behind me in the mirror. He brought me some clothes. My favorite pajamas.

"Ann?" He says again. He kisses the top of my head. "I can do it." He whispers.

I don't respond but he starts to clean some of the vomit off my shirt. It has now seeped into my skin. I will be smelling like it all day. He starts to clean off my shorts. I feel him start to take them off. Even though he didn't ask he probably knew I wouldn't do anything.

"Step out of them Annie." He says and kisses my shoulder. I do very slowly. "I think you will have to take a shower." He whispers into my skin.

I nod so slightly that I don't know if he saw me.

"Unless you want a bath?" He asks and rubs my arms.

I nod. That would feel better besides I won't have to do so much and I don't want Finnick to come in the shower with me. That would just be sad.

I hear him fiddling with bath things and hear the water turn on.

"Lift up your arms." He says after most of the vomit is off my shirt. I do as if I am trying to reach the sky. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I can smell the vomit on the way up. He tosses the shirt to the floor where my shorts rests. I start to put my hands down.

He kisses my cheek.

"No, no not yet." He says and grabs my hands before they are at my sides. "Have to get your tank top off." He say and kisses the top of my head. I reach my arms up again. This is a bit harder because of how tight the shirt is and it isn't helping that the vomit made it stick to my skin.

He throws it to the floor and then I'm just in my underwear.

He turns around and turns the water off. It smells like vanilla and water lilies. I smile at the fact.

"Okay almost finished." Finnick says and kisses the top of my head. He takes my hand and leads me to the bath. He turns so he is facing me. "You still need help?" He asks gently.

I want to say no but I can't. I still need him.

I nod.

Finnick unclasps my bra and throws it next to the vomity clothes.

"You okay?" He asks again.

I nod.

"Still need help?" He asks and kisses my cheek.

I nod again.

The fact that Finnick is taking off my clothes like I'm a toddler makes me want to cry.

"Come here." He says and kneels down. I lean my hands on his shoulders and he starts to pull my underwear down. "Step out of them." He instructs. I do and then he throws it with the rest.

He stands up and brushes hair off my shoulder. He kisses my jaw. I hug him.

"You're okay." He whispers.

I nod.

I know he is going to ask if I still need his help but I don't need help for this part. I get in the bathtub lean against the side and close my eyes.

"Annie I'm going to-

I open my eyes and grab his hand tightly.

"Don't leave. It might flood." I whisper. Rationally I know it won't, but because of the arena I will always think this.

"Okay." He says. He sits on the counter connected to the tub where we keep the soap and shampoo.

He holds my hand. He watches me stare at the water.

"It will help if you wash yourself Annie." He whispers. "Sitting in the water and bubbles will help but the vomit smell..."

I know that is probably not true but Finnick is always cornered about how things smell and stains. He will probably wash those clothes three times just to be sure.

I nod.

Finnick draws circles on my hand. I don't do anything for a few minutes. I hear a splash. I jump and turn around. I just see Finnick. He has put his feet in the water. I notice he is holding a luffa that is all soapy.

"Sit up." He says gently. I almost don't want to. Finnick had to strip me down and is now going to wash me like I'm a toddler. "Annie? Unless you can to do it." He says and kisses the top of my head.

"No. You." I whisper and a tear falls from my eye.

He nods. I sit up and he starts to wash my back. It feels nice... then again taking a bath always does. I don't do it often because I need someone in the bathroom with me. Finnick isn't always around and it's not like I want to ask my Mom or my friends. Maybe it's because I would be naked in front of them and I would only trust Finnick to see me like that.

He puts the luffa down and I feel his hands start to massage my shoulders. "It's okay." He says. He starts to work out the tension and I let my face relax.

He takes his hands off of me and I feel more relaxed.

"You should wash your front now. That's where most of the vomit was." He says.

I nod but, don't do anything.

Finnick grabs something again. I notice it is the luffa.

"Lay back." He says gently and starts to get my collar bone and upper chest. He can't really reach the rest unless he gets in here with me which I don't want.

"You have to do the rest Annie." He whispers.

"Okay." I whisper and take the luffa from his hand. I don't do it as gently or throughly as Finnick was doing but I don't care.

I hear Finnick get out of the bath and look up at him alarmed.

"Just lay there and relax." He kisses my forehead. "I want to put those in the wash." He motions towards the vomit clothes.

"Finnick." I whimper.

"I'll only be gone for a minute." His lips touch mine briefly. "And I won't let you drown." He says. He isn't saying it like it's a joke and he's not trying to laugh, he's being genuine. He knows how much water bothers me.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Okay." He says and his lips find mine again.

I start to make swirls in the water. I lean back against the tub and try to relax but I don't think I can. I start to twirl my thumbs and am debating if I should get out when Finnick comes back.

"You okay?" He asks.

I nod.

"Good." He finds his old spot and keeps rubbing my shoulders.

I stay in the bath until all the bubbles have gone away and the water is barely warm.

"Let's go." Finnick says and laces his fingers with mine.

He gets me a towel which I wrap around myself.

"You okay?" He asks.

"I can do this by myself." I say slightly embarrassed.

"Okay." He kisses my forehead. "I'll be waiting for you out there." He motions towards our bedroom.

"Okay." I whisper.

I dry off and but on the pajamas Finnick got for me. I smile. I love these pajamas. I also see he got me my favorite hoodie… well technically it is his but I always wear it.

I come outside the bathroom and see Finnick sitting on the bed waiting for me. He smiles.

"You look nice." He says and I nod unsure.

"Come here." He says and takes my hand. He starts to lead me downstairs. I can hear the crackling of a fire. He must have done that when I was getting dressed or when he went to throw the clothes in the wash.

He takes me to the pillow pile and has me sit down.

"That's better." He says. He sits behind me and starts to brush my hair with his fingers, then he starts to braid it.

I stare at the roaring flames as I feel Finnick's fingers work through my hair. He kisses the top of my head when he is finished.

"Love you." He says and walks around so he is facing me.

"Love you too." I mumble.

"Annie you're okay." He says and kisses my temple.

I roll my eyes.

"Yeah I'm okay. That's why I started to have a panic attack. That's why I see things that aren't there. That's why I vomited on myself. That's why I needed someone to strip me. That's why I needed someone to bathe me. That's why-

"Annie." Finnick puts his hands on top of mine. I look down and see that I have been unraveling the seam of a pillow.

I groan and throw the pillow at the wall.

"I hate myself!" I scream.

"Annie." Finnick says confused.

"I'm acting like a child. I can't sleep without someone to sooth me back to sleep. I couldn't even clean the vomit off of me!" I shout.

Finnick looks at me sadly. He opens his mouth but then closes it.

"Got nothing to say because you know I'm right." I mutter and can feel tears run down my cheeks. "I know what people say. I guess their right-

"Annie stop."

"Why!" I shout.

"Because you're wrong."

I roll my eyes.

"I know it, because I love you." He says with a smile.

"Why should that matter!? When you love someone you just lie to them to make them feel better and that is what you're doing." I say and throw a pillow at him.

"Annie no. I don't lie. Not to you." He smiles and slowly moves his hand to my cheek. I put my hand over his and lean into it. "Everything is alright. You're alright. You're alright." He says gently.

I look off into the distant and don't listen any longer.

"Ann." He says. He only calls me Ann when he is worried or trying to crack the barrier of things that only I see.

"Yes." I say avoiding his gaze.

He squeezes my knee and I look up at him and see him smiling. I take his hand from my face and hold it.

"I do love you and that's why I won't lie to you. Don't you remember when I told you I thought that dress looked hideous on you." He smiles and so do I.

"You're not supposed to say that to a girl."

"Then why did you ask?" He says and places a stray hair behind by ear.

"Well you didn't have to say hideous. You could've said something else."

"Well I didn't want you to waste your money on something that did not suit you." He smiles.

"Well that's a dress not my mental health." I mutter.

Finnick rolls his eyes.

"It's all the same to me." He says and kisses me.

I look at him strangely. The fire is reflecting off his glowing green eyes. He looks so happy. He's telling the truth.

"Finnick-" I can't finish because I get cut off from his lips touching mine.

He leans his chin on top of my head.

"It's all okay."

"Then why are you so worried about leaving for the Capitol."

He kisses the tip of my nose.

"Because it's my job to worry about you just like it's yours to worry about me." He smiles.

"Finnick." I whimper and hug him.

"You're okay." He whispers.

"I love you." I sob into his chest.

He rubs my back.

"I love you too."

"I know." I whisper. "I do know." I say and he pushes me closer to him. "I just wish… I just wish..."

"What do you wish?"

"That I didn't need you to take care of me like that. I… I-"

"Shhhh." He says. He strokes the elaborate braid he has made and kisses my forehead.

I draw stars and circles on his back. I start to calm down.

"I know one thing Finnick." I say.

"That you love me?" He says.

"Okay I know two things." I say and he smiles. "You're the only one." I clear my throat. "The only one who I would let take care of me like that." I whisper.

He cups his hands around my face. "I'm glad to hear it." He whispers and kisses me.

I snuggle into him and watch the fire. My eyes start to get heavy after awhile. There are two things I know to be true. One, that Finnick Odair loves me. Two, that Finnick will be the only person who can take care of me when I'm so vulnerable. He's the only person I would let take care of me.