Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games or any of the characters except for what comes out of my mind.

"No," I screamed lunging for the hole.

Hands clamped under my arms and hauled me back, away from the hole and away from Finnick. Kicking, biting and scratching I managed to wiggle out of the unyielding hold and punched the person in the nose, grabbing a medical kit I ran and several rounds of ammo- bullets and arrows- I jumped down the hole with a scream of my name following.

" KATNISS"

Looking up I saw Peeta and Gale there at the hole; both wore a look of horror and shock. Landing I kicked out at the nearest mutt, my foot caught against something and looking down I saw one of Finnick's tridents. Picking it up and its other partner I used them as a sword/spear to clear a path to where Finnick lay. I had killed half before I finally reached him, his eyes were glassy and unfocused with pain and his chest barely rose with each breath he took. Grabbing one of my explosive arrows I aimed at the center of the horde just out of reach of the tridents and me before releasing it. Dragging Finnick behind a boulder I quickly ran to grab the tridents and anything else we would need before taking shelter behind the boulder with him, a few seconds later a massive boom shook the earth while debris, bits of limbs and lots of unidentifiable gore flew over and around us. Carefully peeking around the edge I found the coast clear of 'live' mutts. The only thing left was piles of blood and gore, a groan from behind me had my body whipping around to face Finnick. More blood seeped out from between his fingers and I could see the grip loosening. Grabbing the hand I applied pressure and looked at his face.

" Finnick?" I asked hysterically tears streaming from my eyes.

Finnick groaned and his eyes fluttered open before closing and then opening again with more strength.

" Kat..niss," Finnick rasped.

" It's me Finnick," I choked out shaking my head to clear the tears.

A hand touched my cheek gently and I nuzzled it, ignoring the blood I placed my hand on top and stared into the sea-green eyes. Grabbing his shoulders I laid next to him with my head on his chest and cried into his shirt, one of his arms wrapped around my waist and held me there. Looking up I saw tears flowing freely from his eyes, hiccupping I wiped them away. Grabbing a bottle of water I helped Finnick to drink it before lowering it.

" Don't cry," Finnick whispered.

" I'm.. in.. shock," I replied between hiccups.

We stayed in silence for a few minutes before I straightened myself and helped Finnick to lean against the boulder. Opening the kit I arranged what I needed on a clean blanket that I pulled out from the backpack. Finnick removed his hand when he saw I was ready and I got my first look at the wound and promptly retched.

" I know it's bad Girl on Fire but could you please not add your foul smelling body fluids to the stench already surrounding us," Finnick taunted playfully.

Glaring at him I cleaned the site, ignoring the smell of roses and infection, the missing chunk of his neck looked less horrible now but still bad. I placed wad upon wad of padding against the site and used two bandages to tie it tightly and protect it and also to help stem the bleeding. Discarding the used materials I sterilized the tools I used and my hands.

" Thanks Girl on Fire," Finnick whispered.

" Anytime Finn if it wasn't for you I would have died in that arena," I whispered.

Grabbing a blanket from the pack I placed over the both of us, I left Finnick sitting up with the pack as a pillow while I lay on his chest.

" We can't go back Katniss," Finnick murmured.

" I know," I replied quietly.

Finnick and I lay there that night, taking turns to sleep even though we didn't get a lot; the next day we left the Capitol; we left our old lives behind.