Hunger Games High: An Everlark Story

The Final Stand

Authors note:
I don't know too much about cancer. My facts might not be right but if you could help me out a bit, that would be great. I've tried researching it but I failed. Just tell me if I'm wrong about anything and I'll fix it. Thank you.

Finnick's POV
I hear a machine beeping, it's probably my heart beat. I open my eyes and look around. Nobody is in here right now. Most likely because it's dinner time. My parents are eating. I sigh. It's no use going back to sleep. I'm not tired. There's nothing to do now. So I just think. What's going to happen to me? My family? Annie? My friends? God is the only one who knows. I wish he could just tell me. It's killing me not to know they're gonna be okay. Well, that's not the only thing that's killing me. But that's not the point. The point is that I'm about to die and there's nothing I can do about it. It might be today, or tomorrow. Probably soon the doctors said, thinking I didn't hear them when, obviously, I did.

My parents are trying to hide it but I can see right through their lie. They say they'll be okay when I'm gone. They won't. I was their only child. What are they going to do? Are they going to be like Katniss's mother who blanked out for a while? Will they carry on and forget? All of these questions are killing me. Again, not the only thing that's killing me. I gotta stop saying that.

I lie here for what seems like years until I feel myself getting very lightheaded or something. I don't know what it is...

Annie's POV
I just got a call from Finnick's mom. He only has a few more hours and he's barely awake right now. I drive to the hospital as fast as I can. I hope my parents find the note I left for them. They're on a date. I finally arrive at the hospital after what seems like forever. I run down the hallway where Finnick's room is when a middle-aged man stops me.

"You can't go in there, ma'am," he says. This infuriates me.

"Shut up!" I scream running through the door. He seems startled but just lets me go in. Oh well. As I walk I the room. I gasp. He has tubes all over his body and looks terrible: not like himself at all. He opens his eyes a little as I walk in. He mumbles something but I can't hear it.

"It's me, Annie," I whisper. He nods slightly and I go sit in the chair next to his bed. He adjusts himself so he's looking at me.

"They say I'm going to die soon. Is that true?" This makes me start crying. I nod. He shakes his head a bit. "I don't wanna die," he mumbles. I have nothing to say to this so I grab his hand and kiss it.

"You won't. My love for you will never die. You will live forever in my heart," I whisper. He nods.

"I like that." His eyes open wider and he uses what looks like all his strength to sit up straight. He sounds more awake now. "Annie?"

"Mhm?"

"You have to promise me that you'll live a wonderful life and you'll move on. But please don't let go of our love," he says. I nod, agreeing to his promise and kissing his hand again. I'm the only one in here.

"I just wish you could've lived longer. You would've been such a wonderful husband and a great daddy," I say. No, I'm not pregnant. I just wish I could've been a part of a family with Finnick.

"Remember that assignment we were doing a few months ago?" He asks, changing the topic. I nod. It was huge. We haven't had many assignments. "The one about Abraham Lincoln. Remember when we had to make a presentation on him and we put a whole bunch of quotes on a few pages?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I knew I was sick back then, and there was one quotes that stuck with me," he says, looking deep in thought.