Finnick's POV:
We sat in the waiting room, twiddling our thumbs and watching a middle aged man make an astounding effort at trying not to touch anything. Annie's leg was twitching as the young girl who was sat on her mothers lap, a few seats away from us, was howling in tears whilst her tired mother sank into her chair and didn't bother to calm her screaming daughter down. Annie began to bite at her non existent nails so I grabbed her sleeves and covered her hands with her green cardigan. She looked at me in such a way, it made my heart break. She looked lost, confused, scared and anxious at the same time. I knew she was thinking about Tarsi's funeral that was taking place the next day because I was too. I imagined Annie and I making our way down the isle and taking seats in the third row away from his body. I imagined her crying as the coffin was divided from us with a black curtain and taken away to be cremated. I Imagined us saying our condolences to his mother and father who had regret and anger in their eyes as we handed them a bouquet of carnation flowers.
"Haymitch Abernathy? Room 2." The woman at the reception snapped me back to reality as the man shuffled into the hallway towards a wooden door. Haymitch covered his hand with his coat sleeve and cautiously turned the door handle, wincing as he did so and whipping out a little bottle of hand sanitizer whilst he stepped into the doctors room and let the door slam behind him. Annie's hand crept into mine and it shook as soon as I touched it. "Annie Cresta? Room 1." She looked at me with a look of nervousness and we made our way to Dr Aurelius' room which had an identical wooden door as the room Haymitch Abernathy was in.
"Good morning, Miss Cresta." The doctor shook her hand and nodded towards me. "Who are you in relation to Annie?" He questioned.
"I'm Finnick Odair, Annie's boyfriend." I stared a him dead in the eyes, as I sat down and introduced myself.
"Wonderful. Now, Annie, how have these past days felt like to you?" Dr Aurelius switched his gaze from me to Annie and tilted his head slightly.
"Um." She began. "It feels weird. I don't know." The beautiful, intelligent, passionate Annie I knew was retracting further into her shell. The doctor slowly nodded and scribbled something in a notebook.
"What's the most scary thing right now?"
"Cleopatra." She gasped without hesitation. "Definitely." Annie concluded.
"Mmm hm." Dr Aurelius wrote in the lined pages of the red book. "Now, you don't have to, but can you tell me exactly all the events that happened on your birthday?" The expression of panic jolted to her. I was scared.