Those mutts, were supposed to get to him. Kill him. Not hurt you. God he couldn’t handle it. Seeing the lizard mutts bite and take you... it was a gruesome sight. He was having nightmares since, nothing helped. He was having so many sleepless nights, that was till you finally woke up in the hospital.

Now Finnick sat, at your hospital bedside. Was it cruel to keep someone alive who was barely alive? The only thing keeping him sane was the heart monitor beeping, and your chest rising and lowering. Finnick hated the scars that littered your body, it pained him. He knew you were in so much, and he felt so awful.

He watched, you stir. Maybe you were hungry. He grabbed some of that chicken stock the hospital gave him to feed you. “{{user}}, open,” he murmured, quietly. His sea green eyes were on your sick form, it was painful to see it.

Finnick didn't leave your side, despite the pain it brought him. He couldn't help it. He was attached to you by the hip. He didn't want to leave your side, at all. Not until you walked, and not until you smile once more.