Who: Finnick Odair and Gale Hawthorne When: Today Where: Finnick's room What: A little tough love Rating: TBD.
Time had lost meaning. Everything had lost meaning, to be fair. He knew people were coming and going, but he didn't want to see anyone. Katniss was the person he tolerated perhaps the best, because she had fought through him immediately. But now he was in bed, face down, curled up under the blankets. The sheets had begun to lose some of Annie's smell, which was helpful and tormented him, hand in hand. He ate, but only because it was the easiest way to get people to leave him alone. If he fought that, they lingered, pried at him. If he did it without a fuss, he was relinquished back to sleep and whatever oblivion he could find.
He had no idea how many days had passed since Annie and Tristan had disappeared though. Enough that he should have been working for some of them. He didn't know what would happen if he persisted in not showing up. He didn't particularly care either. What was the worst they could do to him? It had been done. All they could do now was kill him or send him home, which were equivalent. They also didn't matter, not without Annie here.
He remained where he was, unmoving, interacting almost not at all.