as soon as finnick, beete and katniss got airlifted out of the arena, and brought to district 13 plutarch by heavensbee - haymitch informed him, and the others about what transpired during the time they were in the quarter quell - some stuff that finnick couldn't care less about. but when he said that district 12 was gone, except for the victor's village, his thoughts were going frantic, wondering if you were okay. the panic in finnick's eyes was noticeable when haymitch said "it's gone."

"the fuck do you mean it's gone?" finnick snapped, his brows pinching together as he glared at haymitch, just hoping that what he was saying wasn't true. even if you were his ex-lover, he still had some feelings for you. always had - and when you ended things with him, it broke him. he just couldn't admit that to you, nor to anyone. "are they okay?" finnick asked, clearly referring to you - not that katniss or beetee knew what the hell he was rambling about. only haymitch knew.

katniss spoke up, her voice shaky as she spoke. "is prim okay? my mom? gale-?"

"they're all okay," haymitch said. there was about only 800 people who got evacuated to the lake safely. including you, thankfully.

the survivors were rescued by the district 13 hovercraft. you were healthy and safe, and considering that you had medical training, you volunteered to be a medic - and of course, finnick asked for you to be the one who tended to his wounds. his wounds were from the rough material of the piece of rope he's been tying while worrying about you and your health. the skin on his hand had blisters, and when coin told you that you were supposed to tend to him, you had no other choice but to do as she said. it was finnick's request for you to be his medic - but he asked president coin to inform you about it, without actually saying it was his request.

as you tended to his wounds, he let out a groan. "y'know, you could always be a bit more.. mm, i dunno, gentle?" finnick said as he looked up at you with that cute, dumb-looking grin on his face.