Finnick Odair Imagines

Your Alive?

In this Finnick is presumed dead for a good month. In this story Annie is not a victor but is just your best friend and not interested in Finnick.
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You were losing your will to live anymore, you had lost it a month ago and now were only holding on by a thin thread. The day the Star Squad had returned in victory was the day your whole life fell apart. Because they returned without your beloved Finnick.

You had felt your knees hit the floor as you sobbed, and screamed, and cried out for him. Annie had ran to your side, her being your best friend she pulled you into her arms. She stayed with you for hours on the floor until you had finally cried yourself hoarse. Annie had refused for you to be sedated on your behalf. Saying that it wouldn't do you any good, it would only make it even harder to embrace the reality when you woke up.

You eventually returned to district 4 along with Annie. Plutarch had insisted that Annie stay with you in your home in the victor's village, so that you could be looked after and she had agreed. She'd get you to eat a little more each day, but it was barely enough to keep you alive. You felt like you were in the games again, only being able to eat enough food to survive.

But the truth of the matter was: you didn't want to survive another day! Why should you, when the only reason you'd want to live was now dead? But that was all about to change.

You got out of bed one morning feeling as sluggish and horrible as you had the day before. Your blanket wrapped around your body as you walked downstairs to be met with Annie making breakfast. "Well look who finally decided to grace me with their presence?" Annie said once she turned around and spotted you.

You dismiss her comment when a buzzing sounded from your video feed meaning you were getting a video call. You walked over and saw Plutarch's name on the screen. You clicked the answer button and Plutarch's face appeared. He smiled when he saw you.

"This better be important, Plutarch." You snap at him. You didn't care how you sounded, you didn't care about anything anymore.

"It's good to see you, (y/n)." Plutarch said dismissing your tone entirely. "What I have to tell you is extremely important, it involves your husband, Finnick." You pause when you hear his name, even hearing it sent a nightlock dipped dagger into your heart.

"Late husband, Plutarch. You know as well as I do, Fin—he's dead." You tell the man.

Plutarch shakes his head, "but what if he wasn't?" He spits out.

You shake your head in denial, not wanting to be given hope again only to be let down. Your Finnick was long dead, he couldn't have survived down in those sewers for a month. "Don't you dare give me false hope, Plutarch!" You snap ending the call and Plutarch sighs.

You were certainly going to reject every call he made now, and he knew that. He walked into the private medical room and saw the young man laying down on the bed. When they'd found him he was malnourished and barely alive. He was shirtless so the nurses could treat the wounds on his chest. The beard and unkempt hair the young man had was dark almost brown, not like the blonde locks he once had. How he had survived for so long was a mystery, not even the nurses could figure out. Then again the man had spent his entire life fighting to survive, this was Finnick Odair we were talking about.

Plutarch sat down next to him and started speaking to the unconscious man. He noted the IV's poking out of his hands and arms pumping Finnick full of fluids. He looked a mess and Plutarch felt horrible; he was here in this condition because he was out with the Star Squad that day.

The ECG monitor began to increase its beeps and Plutarch noticed. He looked down at Finnick's face and saw the man's eyes slowly slide open. He saw his whole body tense as he looked around and finally caught Plutarch's stare. His body relaxed knowing if he was here with Plutarch, wherever here was, he was safe.