(Sure! Sorry it took so long by the way!)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Finnick gasped and shot up straight, breathing heavily from yet another nightmare. He sighs and rubs his eyes and runs his hands through his hair. He tilts his head to look at the time, 3:45 am as usual. He pulls off the covers and heads down to his kitchen in just his tight boxers. He pours himself a glass of water and taking a bottle of perscription sleeping pills, he opens the pill bottle and takes two, downing them with the water.<span style="font-style: italic">Fucking pills</span>he thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Fucking nightmares. Why can't I have a night to sleep peacefully... </span>He sighed and took out the jug of milk, pouring some into a glass then heating it up a little then chugging it then heading back up to his bed to pass out.<span style="font-style: italic">Please, no nightmares this time...</span><br/><br/><br/>The next morning Finnick sighs in his office rubbing his tired eyes and sighs typing away on his computer. He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes breathing deeply.<span style="font-style: italic">I need this fixed... I can't keep going on like this...</span>