Thicker Than Water

Once she could breathe again she felt Finnick hugging her waist once more. A stifled breath, sob, was released against him. They started picking up. Short, quick breaths, into her brother's white shirt, still wet with her tears from the reaping. She tried hard to catch her breath, but Finnick wasn't rushing her. He was rubbing her back, trying to help her calm down. From over her shoulder, Mags caught his eye. She could see the fear. She knew these kids. That was his baby sister, and now he had to train her on how not to die, but once she was in the arena, there would be nothing he could do.