The shock of hearing her private name was just enough to break her out of it; Finnick's voice piercing the haze of panic and misery she found herself in.

She did what she was told — leaned her ear against his chest and tried to breathe between sobs. It was so hard to focus, but with the rhythmic breathing and the thrumming of his heart, but she managed it, slowly.

"I'm sorry." She murmured. "I'm sorry, baby. You don't need this."