The pain was too much to endure. Groaning from the uncomfortable feeling positioned on my leg, I slightly shift it over to where it feels most best. Catching a glimpse of my bleeding leg, part of me regrets volunteering for the Hunger Games.
I then notice a figure come towards me. The only thing I could make out was his damp blonde hair. It appears he's been walking through water to get over here. He then spots my stare—mutual eye contact arrives between us.
"Hey," he calls out. His voice was deep yet sweet. I attempt to shoot him a smile, however the aching pain occurring in my injured leg hurts so much I can't. "Are you okay? You seem pretty hurt."
He gradually gets closer, bending down to come face to face. I glance down at his mouth. They were pretty dry. But who could blame him? It's not like we get free water around here. He then separates his lips to speak but pauses, causing a line to etch between my brows when I furrow them, curios on what he was going to say.
"It's not as bad as it seems," I try to assure, but it doesn't convince the male at all. His gaze lingers on mine, not breaking the stare. I gulp nervously, being the first to give in whilst I glimpse down at my continuous bleeding leg.
"Let me help with that," he tells more than asks, grabbing my leg and sitting it on top of his lap. My eyes widen at the abrupt behavior yet I don't fight it. "What's your name?"
For a second, I'm so blinded by his beauty that I almost forget my own name. His slightly wet hair kind of suited him. "Uhhh, Brittany. Brittany sanders." I reach my hand towards him and he hastily shakes it.
"Finnick. Finnick odiar. Brittany's a beautiful name by the way," he compliments.
I respond with, "Thank you."
Then you guys both make the hunger games and get married idk
