His heart stopped beating.

The minute he was thrown back from unknowingly hitting a force field—which was disguised well—he stopped breathing.

Seeing him lying motionless on the jungle ground—on the verge of death—was beyond horrifying.

It was the worst moment of your entire life.

Never mind surviving the horrors of the Hunger Games and reliving them in your nightmares. This was the worst nightmare to date.

Everything happened in a blur, and it took you a few minutes to understand why Finnick had swiftly pushed you to the side.

He wasn’t going to hurt Peeta—no, he was going to save him. His hands are locked together to start chest compressions.

It felt like the world stood still as he tried his hardest to resuscitate him—the second Peeta let out a soft gasp, you let out a sob of relief and cupped his cheeks.

“Be careful,” he whispers as his eyes stare at yours. “There’s a forcefield up there.”