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Annie's POV

Four weeks.

As I counted the days I realised that it had been almost a month since I'd heard Finnick's voice, seen his smile, felt his lips on mine... It had been agonising, and with each day that passed and he did not wake up, I felt my hope starting to slip away.

The doctors tried to stay optimistic, but the longer Finnick stayed in the coma, the less new information they had to tell us. I went to the hospital everyday after school, to sit by his bed and hold his hand, desperately wishing that he would squeeze my hand back. More than once I had thought I saw his eyelids flutter open, only to feel my heart sink upon realising it was just my imagination.

Those first few days, I was a mess. I didn't want to be that 'poor, mad girl' anymore, but as well as worrying about Finnick, the flashbacks to my parent's accident were becoming more and more regular. It hadn't been this bad since that last time I was in hospital, and I had almost considered checking myself back in just in case. While Katniss, Peeta and Johanna had been so great to me, keeping my mind occupied and making sure I wasn't alone, it was Mags who really helped me keep it together.

Mags was taking it just as badly as I was. She thought of Finnick like a son, and seeing him in hospital was breaking her heart. One day, after visiting Finnick in the hospital was too much for me, she comforted me while I cried.

"Live…" She had said to me, when I told her I didn't know what to do. "For him."

From then on I tried to keep going the best that I could, because I could be strong, and I needed Finnick, and everyone else, to know that too. Finnick was always on my mind though, as soon as I woke up, before I went to sleep, and all through the day. I also made sure to have my phone with me at all times just in case his parents had any news.

It was 8pm on Sunday night, and working on my homework was the only thing distracting me from the fact that Finnick should have been there with me today. I was still having trouble sleeping though, so I decided I should head to bed so I could at least try and get a few hours before the school week started. However, just as I was getting up from my desk, my phone started to ring, from a phone number I had learned to know well. In a second I answered the call, my heart beating so fast I could hardly hear anything else.

"Mrs Odair?" I asked quickly, my hands trembling so much I was scared I was going to drop the phone.

"Annie." I heard a breathless voice on the other end. "He's awake."

My mind was racing at one hundred miles an hour as I rushed to get out of the house and down to the hospital. Everything seemed to be taking to long- waiting for the elevator took what felt like years, and at least three cabs drove straight passed me before one finally pulled up outside my apartment. I could barely sit still in the cab, and I must have been smiling like an idiot, because the cab driver asked if I was feeling alright.

"My boyfriend just woke up from a coma!" I told him. I was so happy I couldn't hold it in, and I felt like running into the middle of time square and shouting it out or something.

Finnick was awake. Finnick was awake. Finnick was awake!

The cab hadn't even pulled up to the curb when I threw the door open, ready to jump out straight away. As I handed the driver the fare, he stopped me.

"Don't worry about it, miss. Use the money to buy your boyfriend something good to eat- the food in that place is horrible." he said.

I didn't tell him that I knew all too well just how bad hospital food tasted, but I thanked him anyway and practically bounded into the hospital. I could barely make it to his room quick enough, but just as I skidded around the final corner, I ran into Mr and Mrs Odair.

"Ah, Annie." Mr Odair said. "We were just heading out for some coffee, we thought you'd like to see Finnick alone."

"So I can really see him, right now?" I was so excited I couldn't breathe.

"Yes, Annie!" Mrs Odair laughed. She hadn't laughed in so long. "In you go."

I almost couldn't believe that it was really happening, as I walked into Finnick's room and found him sitting up in bed. He was still attached to machines and looked very pale, but it didn't matter because he was awake.

"Finnick." I couldn't help the tears that started to flow down my cheeks. I rushed to his side, but I suddenly didn't know what to do first. I wanted to wrap my arms around him so tight no one could ever separate us, I wanted to kiss him for so long I couldn't breathe, I wanted to look in his green eyes forever because they were looking back at mine.

"I've missed you so much." I blubbered in front of him. I didn't want him to see him completely fall apart like this, but it was no use. I was just so happy to see him awake that I was completely overwhelmed. I wondered if he was just as happy to see me, I wondered if maybe he'd been asking about me before Mrs Odair called. So many thoughts were running through my head again, but when I moved closer to kiss him, he flinched away from me.

"Finnick?" I asked, my heart pounding. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but…who are you?" Finnick looked at me like he had never seen me before in his life.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. My mind started to spiral out of control. Finnick didn't remember he. He had no idea who I was. He didn't love me anymore. What if he never got his memory back? What was I going to do?

I felt like I was going to pass out, when Finnick suddenly broke out into a huge grin. "Just kidding, Annie!" he laughed, "I missed you too."

I stood there, completely stunned.

"Wow, you should see your face right now!" Finnick exclaimed.

"Finnick, that is not funny!" I exclaimed. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to scowl. It was no use though, I was way too happy to ever be angry with him.

"Forgive me?" Finnick gave me his most charming smile.

I rolled my eyes, "Just this time."

Finnick smiled even wider, opening his arms for me to fall into. I snuggled up beside him on the hospital bed, and it had never felt so right to be in his arms. When we kissed, it felt like we had been apart for centuries, but finally we were together again.

Before I could ask him how he was feeling though, Finnick jumped in first.

"Have you been okay?" he asked, looking into my eyes like he always did when he was being serious.

"Don't worry about me! Are you okay?" I replied, because that was what was really important.

Finnick shrugged. "A little sore, a little tired."

"Tired- you've been asleep for the past month!" I joked.

"I must have looked like Sleeping Beauty, right?"

"Oh yeah, that heart rate monitor really brought out your eyes." We both laughed, before falling silent. Joking with Finnick felt so right and easy, I couldn't believe I had gone so long without seeing him. Neither of us could pretend, however, that those last few weeks hadn't happened, and the beeping machines around us was a constant reminder.

"Seriously though, how do you feel?" I asked him.

"Not too bad, considering. The doctors said I was pretty banged up though."

That was a bit of an understatement, but I didn't want to correct him. "I was so scared for you, Finnick." I said quietly instead.

"I'm so sorry, Annie." Finnick looked suddenly sad.

"This isn't your fault, it was an accident." I replied, a little confused.

"Yeah, but ever since we met I keep messing things up for you."

"You've also made a lot of things better though, or have you really lost your memory after all?"

"Very funny, Miss Cresta." Finnick smiled. "But I made a promise not to leave you, and I keep breaking it."

"You're here now, and that's all that matters." I told him honestly. As clichéd as it sounded, it was the truth.

"They cut my bracelet off." Finnick said suddenly, motioning to his wrist. Looking down at his hand, he suddenly looked completely lost in a sad thought.

I hated to see him so disappointed, so quickly I sat up and untied another string bracelet from around my wrist and tied it in place on Finnick's.

"Better?" I asked him.

"Much better." He kissed me gently. "But anyway, how could I possibly have left you when we have a prom to attend in a few weeks!"

"What?" I asked. "There's no way you're coming to prom now. You need to get better first."

"I'm already better, or have you lost your memory now?"

I rolled my eyes. "You are so stubborn." I laughed, thinking back to what Peeta had said to me. "How about we just stay home and watch movies instead?"

"But I've already got my suit though!" Finnick whined.

I rolled my eyes again. "Let's just see how things go for now. The doctors might not even let you leave the hospital for ages."

"Hey, I've got my way of sweet talking the nurses." Finnick winked.

"Yeah, yeah." I said sarcastically, but I could help but smile.

Finnick was awake, and he was going to be fine, and I couldn't have been happier. As we settled in together against the pillows, everything felt right again.

"So fill me in on what's been happening." Finnick said, reaching for my hand, "I can't believe I missed our one year anniversary!"

"Hey, don't worry about that now!" I said honestly.

"I had something planned and everything." Finnick pouted.

"Well, you'll just have to hold off until our second anniversary." I tapped him on the nose. "But in other news, Peeta and Katniss are back together."

"For real?" Finnick looked ecstatic.

"Yes, for real!" I laughed. "But don't let anyone around here find out- we're sworn to secrecy."

"Well I do love secrets." Finnick raised his eyebrows seductively.

My cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, but it didn't matter. We were back to being Finnick and Annie again, and that was just how it should be.

Finnick was insistent about being well enough to take me to prom, and while his doctors were hesitant at the start, Finnick proved them wrong and was walking out of the hospital a week later. I was a little disappointed though, because I had been enjoying hearing Finnick's heart rate monitor go through the roof whenever I went to visit him. Since then he had been annoying all of his friends at school, making them do things for him seeing as he "nearly died." I didn't really think they minded though, because like me, they were just so happy that he was okay.

Finally the day of my senior prom arrived, and I couldn't be negative about it at all because Finnick was just so excited. He arrived at my apartment little early though and I was still fixing my hair, so I left my aunt and uncle to entertain him until I was completely ready. To my horror though, they let him look through photo albums from when I was a baby.

Once I was ready, I opened my bedroom door a crack and just watched him for a moment. He was sitting on the couch in his new black suit with his perfectly styled hair, a little smile on his face as he looked through photos of one year old me. I was still having trouble remembering that this was all really happening.

Finnick started to speak when he heard me enter the living room. "Seriously Annie, you were the cutest baby ever-" Finnick began, before flicking his head up to look at me. "Wow. Annie, you look amazing." He dropped the photo album and rushed over to me.

"Okay okay, close your jaw Finnick, it's time for some new photographs." My uncle said, rolling his eyes.

"Hang on, I forgot the corsage." Finnick reached into his pocket and pulled out the most beautiful corsage I had ever seen. "The flower guy said white would go with everything." He said.

"I'm glad you got white." I said softly.

We looked at each other again, and for a moment it was just us, no one else in the entire world. I think we both were once again remembering that this was real and that everything was okay.

"Why don't you pin it on?" My aunt hinted, breaking us out of our trace.

Finnick gently pinned the white flower to my dress before wrapping his arm around my waist for the photos.

My uncle got a little carried away trying to be artistic, and eventually I had to stop him. "Okay okay, you're going to blind us with that flash." I laughed. "We better go, we don't want to be too late."

Finnick held my hand as we went down to the front of the apartment building, and I saw a cab waiting outside.

"I hope you don't mind if we take a cab." Finnick looked down. "My parents won't let me drive just yet, and...I've started to avoid limousines, for obvious reasons." Finnick looked genuinely embarrassed by his admission, so I gave his hand a tight squeeze.

"It's perfect Finnick, honestly." I said, as he held the door open for me. "Just as long as you're paying the fare."

Finnick rolled his eyes before slipping in next to me, grinning once again.

The prom actually wasn't as bad as I thought. The gym had been completely transformed, with fairy lights and pearly balloons strung up all across the ceiling. A disco ball hung over the dance floor, shining rainbow lights onto everyone dancing. In the darkened gym, I almost found my year level tolerable.

Being with Finnick was a major help of course. Just like he had joked about, girls turned and stared as Finnick and I entered the room.

"It looks like we've made quite the entrance." Finnick observed.

"Well, it's not just on the Upper East Side where people like to gossip."

"You've got that right!" Finnick laughed. "Shall we dance?"

For someone who had only just come out of a coma, Finnick was still the best dancer of the night. Twirling and laughing with him felt even more amazing than ever, because there was a while where I thought I might never have the chance to do that with him again.

When we were tired of dancing, I lead Finnick out onto the empty football field, and immediately I was thankful for the chance to be alone with him. We lay down together on the grass, and for a while we said nothing as we gazed up at the stars.

"I dreamt about you, in hospital." Finnick eventually said.

"Really? What happened?"

"It was like I was looking into our future or something….it made me even more excited to spend the rest of my life with you."

"We're so lucky, Finnick." I said softly, mirroring his words from one of the last conversations we had before the accident.

We were both too happy for words, so instead I rested my head on his chest. His steady heartbeat reassured me that we would get our happy ending one day.