Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

Sick Day

I wake with a start to realize I'm alone on the couch. The blinding sun is shining in through the curtains, making me squint. I scramble under the heavy layer of blankets and pillows, sitting up alertly. I quickly scan the room and stand up, making sure I'm alone.

I walk into the bathroom, checking the time in the way. As soon as I see the bright numbers across the digital screen, I do a double take. It's 2:00pm. I have slept for an entire day.

No, this can't be right.

I rub my sleepy eyes and pinch my shoulder, looking at the clock once more. Again, 2:00 pm. My eyes widen as I rush to wash up, brushing my teeth and hair while getting some clothes on. I quickly decide on black leggings with claw marks ripped into them, a black crop top, and a red beanie, leaving my long hair down. I hastily throw on a random pair of shoes and a jacket, rushing outside.

I knock on Finnick's solid door and wait for him to answer. I stand outside in the cold for about two more minutes before checking under the doormat for the key.

Gosh Finnick, you're so predictable.

I quietly unlock the door and step inside the warm house. With no sign of life, I check in a few rooms to see where he's gone. I finally find him snuggled up on the couch in a deep sleep. I smile at his adorable position and walk over to him. I grab a soft blanket and drape it over him, tucking him in just as he's done to me for the past months.

I turn off the loud TV that he'd left on, setting the remote on the coffee table in front of us. I gently sit down next to him on the edge of the couch, being sure not to wake him. I smooth down his soft hair, which sticks up in random directions. He lets out a deep sigh and snuggles down into the blanket, hiding his face a little. I quietly giggle.

As I look at his face, memories of our childhood flash through my mind. How we used to have sleepovers and talk about our young crushes, how he liked a girl named Madge, and I liked a boy named... Allen. My eyes widen in remembrance and my mouth gapes open slightly.

No, this can't be right. This can NOT be right. It's probably a different Allen. Yeah, a different one...

Struggling to believe myself, I slowly get up to leave but stop in my tracks as I hear Finnick mumble something in his sleep. Something inaudible. Something quiet. Something about me. With my butt still on the couch but my mind ready to leave, I turn my head to Finnick, trying to understand him.

"Alyssa, please stay..." He says quietly with his eyes closed.

"But-"

I try to figure out weather he's asleep or not. I'm guessing he's asleep...

"Alyssa, please, stay with me." He says panicked.

Within a second, his strong arms grab ahold of my hips, pulling me down onto the couch to lay beside him. He hugs me tighter to his chest and snuggles his face in my long hair. I giggle and stay put, confused not only by his dream but his actions also. I hear him sigh in content as his muscles lock around my waist tightly.

The minutes tick away as I lay in Finnick's arms, unable to do anything about it. He's too strong to pull out of his grasp. I wiggle my body, desperately trying to get out of his suffocating grip. Finally, after minutes of hard work, I finally manage to get myself out of his arms.

I sigh in relief and stand up to kiss his forehead softly. As soon as my lips touch his skin, I feel extreme heat. That's when I realize he's burning up with a fever. I immediately pull the blanket off of him, not knowing what else to do. I rush into the bathroom and soak a rag in cold water. I place it on his forehead.