As you can see, Finnick's doesn't know what Snow said, so he's assuming he's making her do the same thing that he has to do.
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Finnick Odair
Annie was lying. She went to see the President. In fact, he requested to see her. I couldn't ask her if she was being forced to do the same thing as me and some other victors. The thought of her having to do something like that made me want to explode with anger, but I wouldn't show my monster side to Annie. I had to be strong for her when she couldn't be. Like she was now.
"Annie." I tried to say as calm as I could, "You can tell me."
Her green eyes swam with tears "Fin, I'm not allowed too."
My heart raced. How was she still desirable? I mean she is very beautiful. Far prettier than the Capitol woman, she deserved someone to love her, not a selfish man from the Capitol. But the Capitol think she's insane! Do they have no standards?
I brought her into my arms, she lost so much weight from the Games and hospital. I was giant in comparison. Her curly hair tickled my face.
She was crying. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumb. When my fingers trailed across her face she shivered, and started to cry again.
"It will be okay Annie. I promise."
She started sobbing uncontrollably, and then she started screaming. What was wrong? Why was she screaming? Doctors rushed out and tried to take her from me.
"D-Don't hurt me!"
The doctors grabbed her, she screamed at them "Don't touch me!"
I tried to push my through the swarm of white coats. When I finally got through a nurse was pushing a needle into her shoulder. In the matter of seconds she went limp and they carried her away with me yelling at them.
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Another day few days went by with her unconscious, I vowed that I would never sleep unless Mags was in the room, so they couldn't take her away from me. The days she was unconscious were long, leaving me to tie knots. They took her bracelet away from her, saying she could make it into a noose and hang herself. Lots of victors tried to or wanted to commit suicide. I did once, but I knew I had to stay strong and protect my friends and family.
Annie would sometimes scream and thrash in her sleep, I wished I could go in there with her and protect her. But that wasn't possible.
Sometimes I would hold her hand, she would hold it too. I would squeeze it to let her know I was there, looking out for her.
Finally she woke up, her hair tangled and plastered onto her face, her cheeks were a vivid bright red which was the only color she seemed to have on her. She became so pale and colorless.
"Hey little mermaid." I said, trying to make her smile.
She grabbed my wrist "Finnick. Get me out of here. I want to go home."
I didn't know what to say to that, I promised her so many times that she would be going home soon, but it never did come. I didn't want to promise something that I couldn't keep anymore.
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It was an endless routine for Annie; get up, therapy, medicine, lunch, more medicine, therapy, and then dinner and time bedtime. Sometimes there was the occasional injection, sometimes she would thrash and that would not make the doctors happy. They said she was doing excellent process, Annie was being a good girl just like I told her too. The doctors thought she was getting better, that her mind was healing. She was healing in a way, but her slumber was haunted by nightmares, and sometimes she would just stare at the wall with a scared expression on her face. She would speak she was
Two weeks after the incident with President Snow the doctors finally realised her. Mags and I got to tell her the happy news.
"Hey Annie." I said, waving and then going to help Mags into her chair.
"Hello." She mumbled, staring at her hands.
Annie was becoming very impatient, I could understand, she wanted to go home. In fact I wanted to go home too. But not without Annie. The doctors said Mags and I could go back to District 4, but we both refused almost instantly, we would never leave Annie, especially in the Capitol.
"We have something to tell you." Mags said.
Annie looked a little worried, like we were going to tell her she was going to die. "Guess we're going tomorrow?"
When she didn't guess I sighed at her lack of enthusiasm, "We are going home little mermaid."
Her eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"
"Would we lie about that?" I pointed out to her.
It was good to see Annie happy again. her mind was not yet healed, she still shouted out the dead tributes names in her sleep, but the Capitol thought she was doing better and that was the main thing. But then I realized it could be a bad thing. If the Capitol thought she was healthy… I shook my head and tried not to think about it. I would protect her.
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The next day couldn't come fast enough. Annie finally got to wear something other than her hospital gown (which I would blush and try to look away). Her stylist came and helped her get ready, cameras would be surrounding us before we leave the train and when we get off at District 4. An hour later she came out with her hair long and curly and dressed in a pair of black pants and a pale yellow blouse, making her skin look surprisingly more tanner.
I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear "Almost there Annie. You can do it. I know you can, you're so strong."
She nodded and sucked in her breath.
A few seconds passed and she didn't inhale. I leaned closer to her, "You know, you're going to have to breathe sometimes."
Realizing how close we were I backed a safe amount. Annie breathed again.
As soon as we stepped out of the hospital we were surrounded by loud, noisy and obnoxious photographers yelling and asking us question. I couldn't even see the car that was supposed to take us to the train. The pack of paparazzi reminded me off a thick swarm out bugs.
"Is it true that-," the person got caught off by another person. Each person seemed to get cut off by an even louder person.
Unfortunately for me, the loudest person squawked, "Hey! Is it true that you and Miss. Cresta have a romantic relationship?"
I froze.
Why would they ask me that? Out of all the bloody things, they asked me that. I kept on walking, with my hand firmly on Mags and Annie's shoulders. Using my long strides Mags and Annie could barely keep up. I felt like a dragged them into the car. I smiled with satisfaction as we drove away and the crowd got smaller and smaller.
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I feel like this was a stupid chapter, at first I wasn't going to put it up but I promised myself that I would try to update every day from now on. So sorry about the crappyness of it!