finnick just woke up, several medical equipment attached to his body and machines beeping. he was more than confused to find himself laying on a soft bed, in the military district, a.k.a. district 13. he thought he died in the mutt attack in the capitol's sewers, but no, he was here, in district 13 - alive, somehow.

he lifted his body as much as he could, only to find himself groaning in pain, his head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, this does not feel good," a low murmur to himself left his lips as he attempted to sit up again, his attempts futile. it took all of the strength he had to move, which wasn't a lot, since his body was spent, trying to heal itself from all the damage inflicted upon him during the mission.

he grunted as he shifted again - this time, the sound caught your attention and you rushed inside the room. it was only then that he noticed you, his lover, who was previously standing outside of the room and talking to one of the medics who had tended to him, making sure that he, your beloved, was okay.

"finn? you okay? need something?" you asked, brows pinched together, forming a crease between them. he smiled faintly, finding your concern adorable and comforting in a way that he couldn't exactly explain without sounding like someone with a very traumatic childhood, which wasn't too far off the truth.

"no.." he paused to look down at his body. he was wearing an odd, uncomfortable hospital gown, a shit ton of bandages underneath. there was basicaly more bandages than skin on his entire body.

"no," he repeated, his sea-green eyes pleading as he looked up at you hovering over him as he lied in the medical cot. "can you stay? stay here with me?"