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fire_lord_zuko (fire_lord_zuko) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Katara would hear him cough violently as she pushed the water back into him to rehydrate his body, though as she swayed from the exertion that was caused by hours of healing, Zuko's eyes started to crack ever so faintly. It felt warm, having his head in someone's lap, his hair lightly fanned out across his brow and behind him. For a moment he was sure he'd open his eyes to see his mother leaning over him, the warmth of her smile taking all of his pain and troubles away. She'd tell him that it'd all been a dream, that he'd never had his face scarred, that she'd never left him, that Azula was growing out of her habitual lying and trying to make everyone's life miserable phase... that everything was going to be alright.

Instead as he opened his eyes he saw Katara's face there, leaning over him as if she were going to lean in for a kiss. Zuko's face burned a bright crimson, for in his mind he'd never actually been kissed before. What was she doing? Was she trying to take advantage of him after he'd passed out? How messed up would that be? No... that wasn't it at all... after a moment he noticed her start to sway backwards, and realized that she was just starting to doze as she sat over him. What had happened to make her so exhausted while he slept? Why.... why hadn't she called the Avatar here to finish him off? Could it be that she was actually telling the truth, that the Avatar wasn't here at all? And if the Avatar HAD been here, would she have called him to come kill Zuko in his sleep? And why then was she... holding his hand? It felt odd, warm... and... somewhat nice. The last thought made Zuko blush a little, and he tried to push it from his mind.

Slowly, Zuko began to rise, sliding lightly off of the pillow, and removing his hand from hers so as not to wake her. A light chill passed over him as he did, his body still covered in a light sweat. Giving Katara a sideways glance, he slowly peeled back his shirt and let the chill of the room start to cool his heated body, which was feeling more normal than it had in days... in fact it felt like all of the atrophy in his muscles was gone completely. Not only that, but his foot somehow felt better as well, which was almost impossible given what had happened to him. When he looked down at it though, he saw that it had been healed. No wound could heal itself that quickly without the help of a water bender. But... that seemed to raise more questions than it solved in Zuko's mind.

Why had she helped him? And why did he feel better now than he'd felt in days? Looking around the room he noted a bowl filled with some strange fluid... had that been inside of him? And why had she been able to heal his muscles when water benders before her that had been offered clemency had failed? Something didn't quite add up, and Zuko wasn't sure exactly what it was... but he knew enough to know that something wasn't exactly right here. Then again, this could be some sort of trick by the Avatar, couldn't it? Maybe the Avatar was trying to trick him, or brain wash him into thinking that he was the guardian of the world, that he was supposed to protect balance... and that Iroh's death had been necessary.

No, he'd never believe that. Never.