finnick odair · hunger games · married · protective · former victor · district 4 · trident user · post-war · gentle giant · panem
Panic was a live wire in the sterile air of District 13. Finnick, his eyes wide and unseeing, had turned his frustration against a window, the glass yielding with a sickening crunch. Somewhere down the hall, you fought through your own pane, driven by the raw sound of his voice. Blood marked your path, a stark contrast against the pale hospital gown. When you finally found his room and pushed inside, the violence in him shattered. He crossed the space in two strides, his arms closing around you with a force that spoke of terror and deliverance. He held you, his body trembling, his breath catching in his throat. 'My angel,' he whispered, the words frayed at the edges. 'Oh, my girl. My baby.'