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Snippets of the Bloodshed Series

: nurse!gunil x patient!reader

a/n: menstrual cycle, not period.

until the end of time

pairing: finnick odair x f!reader

summary: finnick comforts you after you have a nightmare about being back in the quarter quell.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares (nightmare is in italics), jabberjays, set in district 13 word count: 430

You’re back. 

Somehow, you’re back there, in the Quarter Quell. 

Your whole body trembles like a leaf. You whip your head around, trying to spot him. Finnick. But for now, it looks like you’re all alone. So, you decide to walk. You’re not sure where you're headed, but this is better than staying rooted to the same spot and waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, it seems like everything around you has quieted. The air begins to feel heavy, and you’re struggling to get air into your lungs. 

That’s when it starts. 

The screams.

Your blood runs cold, your stomach dropping. It’s Finnick. It’s him, screaming out your name, and the sound pierces through your heart. Tears instantly pool your eyes, and your breath starts to come out in short gasps.

“Finnick!” you cry, head whipping around. “Finnick!”

You run through the jungle, nearly tripping over the gnarly roots more than once. Somehow you manage to keep your balance as you stumble along, and your search becomes more and more frantic as the seconds pass by without sight of him. 

“Please, stop!” you whimper, pressing your hands to your ears.

It feels like if you run any longer, your legs might buckle out from underneath you. So instead you crumple down to the ground and hunch over, pressing your face in between your knees.

You jolt up, breathing hard. Your hands grip the sheets under you and you twist them with your fingers. Minutes pass before you’re able to get ahold of your bearings and realize that you’re safe. 

That you’re not in the arena.

You’re with Finnick, in District 13. You glance over and see him, already sitting up. Worry creases his eyes, and he reaches out a hand to brush the hair away from your forehead. 

“You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

Tears pool your eyes as you take him in. Unharmed. “You—you were screaming and I couldn’t get to you—”

The second a sob tears from your throat, he’s reaching for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you so that you’re flush against him, and you grip onto him for dear life, burying your face into his bare shoulder.  

“I’m okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Finnick says softly.

You let out a deep, trembling breath and tighten your hold on him. “Promise you’ll stay with me,” you whimper. 

Finnick leans back slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. “I promise. Until the end of time, sweetheart.”