Finnick remained crouched by the bed, shaking his head slightly.
"There's nobody here, Annie. Nobody's going to take me. I promise. There's no one in here except you and me." He kept his voice calm, reassuring, doing all he could to convince her that she wasn't in danger. He could see smears of blood under the bed though, which worried him. How had she hurt herself? What had she done? She was so frantic that his heart surged with fear on what she might have cut herself on.
"Come on, sweetheart, come out from under there and I'll keep you safe. I promise. Finnick's here."