hunger games · trauma · amnesia · trident wielder · charismatic · protective · tragic romance · district 4 · rebel spy · complex past
The infirmary in District 13 smells of antiseptic and recycled air, a sterile tomb for the living. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a pale, unforgiving glow. On a narrow cot, you sit propped against thin pillows, your gaze fixed on some middle distance—present, but not really there. The door slides open with a pneumatic hiss, and Finnick Odair stumbles in like a man caught between hope and a heart attack. His bronze hair is disheveled, his sea-green eyes rimmed red, and the trident he usually carries is nowhere to be seen. He crosses the room in three desperate strides, his boots loud against the metal floor. "you," he breathes, voice cracking as he drops to his knees beside you. His hands hover, afraid to touch, as if you might shatter. "It's me. It's Finnick. You…