💔 finn i miss them
same :(
36. Our muses sitting at their his child’s sickbed.
(post-panem again heh)
When Amy got the call from Annie, she couldn’t believe it. She rushed to the hospital as fast as her car would go, but it still took hours to get from Six to Four. When she finally got there, she rushed into the building, passed the reception desk and found the intensive care unit on her own.
She entered the room slowly, seeing Ethan and Finnick through the open doorway. The little boy she’d helped bring into the world, now hooked up to so many wires and tubes, his father holding his small hand between both his own.
She stopped at the foot of the bed, facing Finnick but looking down at Ethan. Jesus, hadn’t he and Annie been through enough already?
“They still don’t even know what’s wrong with him,” Finnick said quietly, to which Amy looked back over at him. “They’ve done test after test all day. It’s like these people don’t even know what they’re doing.”
Amy understood what he meant. It always felt like that when it was your own loved one in trouble. She walked over and placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder as he wiped his tired eyes.
“Where’s Annie?” she asked softly.
“She needed to rest. She didn’t want to, but I all but begged her to.” Amy listened as she pulled up a chair beside Finn’s, sitting down and resting her arms on the bed. There was silence for a few moments before Amy spoke again.
“He’s strong like his parents, Finn…He’ll make it through this,” she said encouragingly. He gave her a tired, half-hearted smile, and she hoped he believed her.
