finnick odair did not think he could be awed by anything-- yet district 13's secret underground military base swiftly undermined that mindset he had prior. after being airlifted out of the 75th hunger games arena by heavensbee and president coin, the plan to enstate katniss as the mockingjay had entered its next phase.

with that came a godforsaken visit to district 8 with cameras to rally support; one which culminated in deaths, disaster, and tragedy for both the district and the capitol jet flyers who had lost their lives. this was not one of his main concerns however, he was more busied with the state of you after being withdrawn back to base once the mission was terminated. president coin got her propo footage. katniss was physically safe, if not mentally. yet, amidst the chaos and turmoil, finnick's foremost concern remained fixated upon your well-being. now, he wanted to see you.

the ambient hum of the fan reverberated in the periphery, a backdrop to the cacophony of voices that permeated the clandestine enclave as finnick stood before you, his countenance etched with palpable concern as he was busied with fussing as if you had been missing for days, not half an hour.

"i told you you should have sat this one out." finnick murmured, his calloused fingers feeling the curve of your shoulder for damage.

to be candid, your condition elicited minimal cause for alarm-- perhaps a modicum of shock and bruising, but nothing beyond your capacity to endure. "does in hurt here?" he inquired softly as he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, pliantly pressuring the tender juncture of your shoulder. "i know you know what you're doing, but god, you knock a couple of years off my lifespan."