ChibiMonkey
Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
Despite asking his question, he still didn't get much of a response from the woman which left him a bit frustrated, though, her reply was enough to settle him for the time being. But he wouldn't go much longer without some clear questions that weren't so vague or evasive. The woman had simply smiled up at him when he asked who they were, giving a friendly smile in an attempt to help ease him, seeing he was wary and distressed of the whole situation, which she didn't blame him for. "We're here to help you, don't worry. You'll get your answers soon, I promise. For now, just know you can trust us" she assured him. Finnick simply let out a slight huff, but leaned back in his chair before he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his forearm, causing him to instinctively jerk back a bit, and narrow his eyes at her "A bit of a warning next time might help my trust" he muttered a bit bitterly, seeing her dispose of the tracker she'd just removed from his arm.
She gave a small apology, before returning to tending to the rest of his wounds. About ten more minutes or so had passed when someone entered the bay, the man who had first approached him with that woman earlier in the arena. Once identifying the two of them, he gave a short nod to the male before he was telling them where to go. Where they could go for answers. About time, Finnick thought. He was ready to get some clear answers from these people. While he was thankful to be rescued form the arena, he still wasn't sure how much of a rescue he could consider this when he didn't know who they were or why they were helping them. For now, the fact that River and Lillian were being treated and hopefully saved from what were clearly fatal injuries was enough to keep him patient and cooperative.
Thankfully, the woman patching up his wounds didn't take a whole lot longer, because with him being eager for those answers, he probably wouldn't have been able to remain patient as she finished up for much longer. Standing up from his chair, his limbs and muscles still felt stiff and pained from exhaustion, particularly over the recent fight with the careers, but everything else added onto that, surviving the past week in the games was taking it's toll as well. Glancing over to Finnick, he nodded a bit at him "Are you ready to go?" he asked, hoping that he was.
While waiting for his response and the medic to finish patching him up, he spared another glance to River, still unconscious and being tended to on the bed. He didn't really want to leave her alone...but he felt these people were truly trying to help, so that was enough to convince him she would be alright in their hands. He was a bit anxious about her condition though, having not been given much of an update or anything. He couldn't tell if it was good or bad that she didn't need surgery like Lilly did. Was it just because of the type of injuries she had could be cared for without surgery? Or....part of him feared it was because there was nothing more to do for her and surgery wouldn't help. Biting the inside of his cheek, he shook his head along with those negative thoughts as he turned his attention back to Gale "Ready?" he repeated once more, once convincing himself he was okay leaving River there.
She gave a small apology, before returning to tending to the rest of his wounds. About ten more minutes or so had passed when someone entered the bay, the man who had first approached him with that woman earlier in the arena. Once identifying the two of them, he gave a short nod to the male before he was telling them where to go. Where they could go for answers. About time, Finnick thought. He was ready to get some clear answers from these people. While he was thankful to be rescued form the arena, he still wasn't sure how much of a rescue he could consider this when he didn't know who they were or why they were helping them. For now, the fact that River and Lillian were being treated and hopefully saved from what were clearly fatal injuries was enough to keep him patient and cooperative.
Thankfully, the woman patching up his wounds didn't take a whole lot longer, because with him being eager for those answers, he probably wouldn't have been able to remain patient as she finished up for much longer. Standing up from his chair, his limbs and muscles still felt stiff and pained from exhaustion, particularly over the recent fight with the careers, but everything else added onto that, surviving the past week in the games was taking it's toll as well. Glancing over to Finnick, he nodded a bit at him "Are you ready to go?" he asked, hoping that he was.
While waiting for his response and the medic to finish patching him up, he spared another glance to River, still unconscious and being tended to on the bed. He didn't really want to leave her alone...but he felt these people were truly trying to help, so that was enough to convince him she would be alright in their hands. He was a bit anxious about her condition though, having not been given much of an update or anything. He couldn't tell if it was good or bad that she didn't need surgery like Lilly did. Was it just because of the type of injuries she had could be cared for without surgery? Or....part of him feared it was because there was nothing more to do for her and surgery wouldn't help. Biting the inside of his cheek, he shook his head along with those negative thoughts as he turned his attention back to Gale "Ready?" he repeated once more, once convincing himself he was okay leaving River there.