Zuko had slept in late after having been up all night and most of the morning tracking down a pair of demon's whose type he couldn't even begin to pronoucned - all clicks and groans, almost to the point of sounding entirely made up - only to loose track of them once more. He and Angel had returned to the hotel for some rest, and he awoke to Cordelia informing him that she and the vampire were off to recruit yet another member to their slowly-expanding team. After showering and dressing, Zuko finally emerged from his room and wandered downstairs into the kitchen, still half asleep and thus did not notice the waterbender sitting at the computer in the lobby.
He'd opened the fridge and drew out a pitcher of what he thought was something Cordelia called cranberry juice (which he'd grown rather fond of), pouring himself a cup and bringing it up to his lips to take a long, satisfying--
"WHAT THE SHIT--OH AGNI...I'M GOING TO BE SICK. THIS IS--"
With a gag and a flip-flop of his stomach, Zuko threw the cup into the sink and made a mad-dash across the lobby with his hand over his mouth as he ran into the bathroom near the entrance, not bothering to shut the door as he bent over the toilet and spit out a mouthful of blood into it's porcelain bowl. It wasn't his blood, though, it was pigs blood. He'd fucking swallowed a good portion of it before he'd realized what he was drinking. And while his stomach refused to comply with his ply for what had gone down his throat to be freed from his system, his stomach was now churning violently at the thought.
Rinsing his mouth out thoroughly with water, he stepped out of the bathroom, looking ruffled. He finally noticed Katara then and offered up, "The blue pitcher in the fridge isn't cranberry juice."