stress was already building up on your shoulders, and finnick coming back just to annoy you wasn't helping

you were a medic, the lead one to be precise. And whilst you were tending to one of your patients injuries, finnick plopped down beside you

"Your doing good dove."

he always called you dove. And you hated it. You were just about to reply when you heard something, echoing through the underground of district 13

the air raid siren. Incoming bombs from the Capitol.