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*Finnick POV*
As we sat there in the dark the fire light danced across her face, telling the story of the night in the shadows. I did everything I could not to stair, she was always beautiful, but it was a tragic beauty Brought on by years of hardship and struggle, of loss and pain; Though in this light there was something different. In the dim light of the embers there was a strength about her, I could see the warrior within.
"I'm going to go get some more wood." She said pulling me from my thoughts, "would you mind getting us some water?"
I looked at her for a moment, her eyes met mine before they shot to the ground, she was scared. And I didn't blame her, what lurked in the forest was hell on earth and she didn't want to get stuck there alone. I nodded flashing me best smile, "of course."
We got up in silence and headed into the trees, I walked with her as she picked up little sticks, when her arms were almost full I stopped by a tree to get water. She kept walking as I filled up the shell that Peeta had found.
There was a scream, and a cannon fire echoed through the air. I dropped the shell and started running. "Katniss?!" I could hear breathing. "Katniss where are you?" I whispered loudly.
"I'm over here Finnick." She said, I took a couple steps and found myself in a small clearing. There was a body on the ground, "get him off of me I can't breathe." She said with labored breaths. Quickly I pulled the body off of her.
"What happened?" I asked concern over taking me.
"I heard the knife whistle through the air and I ducked," she winced holding the gash in her arm, "I wasn't quick enough though."
"Let's get back to camp." I said gathering the sticks that she had dripped. As we walked back I noticed that she was limping.
When we got back to the beach I stoked the fire to a dull roar so that I could see how bad her arm was.
I walked over to her and examined her arm, the cut was deep but not life threatening, it needed to be cleaned and covered. Infection comes on fast in climates like this. "Stay here, if I get jumped, just stay there." I looked her in the eyes as I said this, she is the important one. She needs to get out of here alive.
"But-"
"No buts Katniss, promise me."
"I promise."
With that I walked into the woods staying closer to the beach then before, I needed clean water to wash the wound.
Upon my return Katniss was sitting propped up bow drawn, ready. I raised my hands above my head in surrender. She smiled and put it down. I slowly walked over to her and took the knife that was sitting on the ground beside her. "Is this the knife?" I asked, she simply nodded in reply.
Using the knife I cut the bottom part of my sleeve off of my shirt, and placed it in my lap. "How did you get him?" I asked as I slowly poured water on the wound.
She shrugged, "I'm really not sure," she flinched as I wrapped the fabric around the cut, not making a sound, "one second he was running at me, and the next," she looked up at me, "he was dead."
My eyes met hers for a moment, but she quickly looked over to the fire. "Peeta is going to kill me for letting you get hurt." I said, a hint of amusement, 'well he could try', I thought to myself.
She smiled absentmindedly, "you don't need to worry about him, I may have gotten hurt, but I would have suffocated if you hadn't pulled him off of me." She looked up at me again. Without thought I dipped my hand in the water and gently washed a mud spot from the side of her face, my hand lingering there after it was gone. We sat there for a moment looking into each other's eyes. Then the fire cracked and she jumped a little looking away. I pulled my hand back getting comfortable in the sand.
"Can I ask you something?" She was looking at the fire puzzled.
I laid back looking at the sky, "anything."