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Korra nodded and applied pressure using more of her weight then her actual strength, which she probably didn't have. It was hard to gauge anything when she was simply trying to stay alert and oriented.

The warmth from the pain was a stark contrast to blood that had time to grow colder, but she noticed that he was gone and panic started to rise through her. "Mako!?"

She almost released her hold, but he was back and she looked from the water, knife sharpener, and then to him. At first she was still holding tightly, almost struggling against him to keep her hands where they were simply because he told her to.

But she let go, her fingers shaking under his touch.

With her hands out of the way, he moved his jacket and pulled at the hole in her pants, ripping them apart, and giving him his first real look at what the wound was. Despite what she said about healing, he had other ideas. He poured some of the water over his jacket and used that to clean some of the dried blood away.

He could see that there was a disconnect too, and it was only the adrenaline of dealing with Korra that stopped him from pausing. It was hard to not default to not talking, and he started explaining what he was doing as he tossed the jacket to the side for a moment.

"Hold still, I'm gonna stop the bleeding for now. It's probably going to hurt," he said as he created a flame and held the knife sharpener to it, waiting until the metal glowed from the heat. With that accomplished, he looked back at the wound. It was just small enough that he thought this might work, though... he wasn't sure about the back of her leg.

He'd figure that out in a minute. He pressed the hot end against the wound, cauterizing it.

There was more blood than there should have been for a small wound, but the pain was in the back of her leg. A complete hole straight through her leg and Korra wanted to heal it. But when she tried to move even a little bit of the water with her quavering hand, it only sloshed around.

She could concentrate, not when she was in shock from blood loss.

"It already hurts." It wasn't a complaint, just a statement. Talking might help speed her breathing back up to a normal rate. Her eyes never left the knife sharpener and the glow it was taking from the fire, Korra knew what was going to happen.

That didn't make it any easier when the he went cauterize the wound that already felt like it had been burned.

Korra bit down on her lip, muffling her scream from the burning; a small trickle of red coming from the skin tucked under her teeth. When it was over her grip stayed clamped onto the couch cushion and her breathing accelerated, forced. That fierce jolt of pain definitely broke through the lightheadedness, the lingering burning sensation pulsed where the wound was now closed off.

"...okay." she breathed heavily and steered her attention back to Mako. "That hurt."

"I figured it would," was all that he said in reply. He didn't even look particularly sorry for the pain, he was still so focused on stopping the bleeding. And judging from the pool of blood forming on the couch, he had a feeling he hadn't closed off the worst of it yet. There was an exit wound, and that meant that it was going to look ugly as soon as he got to the back of her leg.

He placed his free hand on her shoulder. He spoke slowly, assuming that she was still light headed. "I need your help again. I need you to turn onto your side."

He squeezed her shoulder, reassuring. He was still there.

It was the squeeze that got the words past just her ears and Korra looked at him, her eyes found him after two seconds of searching. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh was faint, but it felt really strong for her.

"I'll help you, Mako." Why didn't he know that she always would? None of it made sense and began to turn over, but the movement caused a sharp bite of pain in the back of her leg.

But he wanted help, and she was going to give it.

Korra finally managed it and she waited, knowing what he was going to do. This time she didn't know when it was going to happen, and she just shut her eyes while breathing heavily.

He didn't have the heart to tell her that her leg was broken. He just waited for her to turn to her side, and when that was done, he used his jacket again to clear the dried blood. Even if that made the blood flow freely for a moment, he knew to at least make an attempt to clean it before he attempted to cauterize it. It was ugly, and the size of the wound was significantly greater.

Which meant this was going to take longer.

He inhaled, heating the sharpener the same way he'd done it before, and when he pressed it against her skin, he had to go in circles just to make sure he covered the entire area of the wound. He'd never thought he'd ever have to do this, and yet here he was.

If he'd looked like he didn't care about her pain before, this time he flinched as he went through the process of closing the wound.

Not having been able to see what the damage back there was, Korra assumed it was going to be the same as the first time. Something she was ready for, as ready as she could be given her state.

When the burning came again, her yell filled the room and she wanted to kick her leg; but she stayed as still as she could manage. She reached out and grabbed the back of the couch when it began to last longer, worse that he was moving it around.

Warbling her yell died out and she seethed out a painful breath that had a gravely groan along with it. When it felt like it was just going to go on forever, the point of burning was pulled away from her and Korra's tense body slumped.

It was a long pause before she breathed out "...Are you okay?" Why she thought he was in pain too, she had no idea, but turning around on her own wasn't something she felt up to. Not when the fiery stinging was still there.

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He pulled back from her once the skin was burned shut. In all, it had lasted maybe 30 seconds, and definitely no more than a minute, but he felt horrible all the same. He couldn't even answer her question, he was so busy trying to think of what he could do for her before realizing that the obvious answer was to get her to the clinic, or water. Or something. He exhaled slowly.

"Got it. That should help, but we still need to get you to the clinic... Your leg's broken, too, Korra," he finally told her, as he pulled her gently back to where her back was against the cushions.

He stood and grabbed the pitcher and his knuckles were white from gripping the sharpener so tightly. He didn't know why he needed to be so matter of fact about it, but it was the only way he could think of to handle it. She was going to find out sooner or later. "I'll get you some water-- for drinking- and then we'll leave... Okay?"

He'd done the best he could do, now it was up to people more qualified than him. He disappeared into the kitchen one final time.

Korra looked over at Mako, the news of her leg being broken left her staring for a moment. Everything felt delayed, and she nodded after looking down to see the fresh burn. A broken leg, that quickly.

She didn't try to wrap her head around it, Mako was right. The clinic would be the place to go.

And she felt parched now that he mentioned water. "Okay." He was there, and that was more than enough; her trust in Mako ran deeper than anyone on the turtle. She watched him go into the kitchen this time. Just so she knew he didn't leave. Everything was going to be fine. She had dealt with broken legs before and when she could focus enough to bend; Korra could heal herself.

Then a near deafening boom shook the suite.

Sitting up sharply, Korra looked around; her eyes darting for "Mako!" That was louder and definitely bigger than what had happened to her leg. And right now, she wasn't sure if that was happening to him. Right now. Unless it was happening to her and she didn't even realize it, just like earlier.

Another boom within seconds followed and Korra tried to get to her feet.

"MAKO!" She needed to get to him. Make sure he was okay. That they both were.

The first loud crack about caused him to jump, but it gave him enough warning for the second one. Those blasts sounded like the bombs that went off at the Southern Water Tribe cultural center, though distant enough that Mako was certain they weren't in any danger.

But Korra's panicked voice rang throughout the suite, and he had a feeling she hadn't come to the same conclusion that he'd come to. He moved back to the door, and then back to her, realizing that she was trying to get up, and put pressure on her leg. "Korra, I'm here," he said, his hands going to her shoulders, putting pressure to make her lie back again.

She needed to lie still, more than anything else. "Calm down..." He was trying to be reassuring, as much as he could, and he kneeled beside her. "It was a couple blocks away, we're fine."

Though that put a kink in the plan to get to the clinic as soon as possible-- there's no way the roads would be navigable at this point in time.

The bombings were becoming more distant, but it was Mako that calmed her down. When she saw him she instantly nodded as soon as his hands were on his shoulder. He was okay.

But she wasn't, and that was starting to sink in with just how calm his voice was.

"Don't, don't leave me. Okay?" Him being gone again while she was like this didn't feel like something she wanted. Korra wanted to muscle through it the way she had always done, but everything was different now.

Ever since she was shot, it felt like everything changed and Mako was the only anchor she had to hold on to. And she did just that, grabbing his arm as she lied back down and taking her eyes off his.

"I'm not, but don't get up again," he says firmly. The day had just begun, and already he was tired from stress. This was seriously not how he wanted to spend his day. But it seemed that that day was set to be bad no matter how it turned out.

They were trapped. There was no getting to the clinic or the hospital, and he was pretty sure Korra was going to need more than a couple minutes to be able to start to bend again. He needed to do something, and he was completely unprepared to do anything besides what he'd already done.

He'd never really had medical training before. He just knew that she needed to be still and that she needed to relax as much as possible.

He stepped back, just for a moment. He needed to get her a blanket. Something to help keep her warm after all the bloodloss. Blanket. Water? Was water good then? It couldn't hurt-- could it?

Korra nodded, her face pale, and swallowed hard. It was easier to do now that the explosions had done their damage. The familiar atmosphere of Mako's suite settled into her mind and she felt a sense of security, helped by the explosions being over.

"I miss home." she said, swallowing again to clear her throat. Her hands weren't shaking anymore, so that was a good sign, and she set them on her stomach. While the bombs could have happened, her leg wouldn't be broken. She'd feel better.

It made sense to her.

Whenever anything disastrous happened, Korra was used to being caught in the thick of it. And being held at least partially responsible made her look over at him again, her lips twitching. "Sorry, Mako."

"I know," he said simply. He hesitated and looked out the window. Too crowded, too crazy. And then he stepped to a closet, grabbing a blanket. He knew he was out of her sight, but it'd only be for a moment, just to get her the blanket that she needed, while he tried to figure out how to get her to a hospital or somewhere that she'd be safe. While he didn't mind her there, he wasn't a healer. And part of him was hoping Bolin would come looking for him, too, and--

Focus.

He sets the blanket on her, tucking it around her. First, he needed to try the consoles. If they were good for one thing, this was it. Fast communication with others while not being face to face. So, he offered her a smile. "Hang on, I'm gonna try to find someone." And he stepped back again, this time to the console.

Getting it to work, though... was not so lucky.

Fighting off her initial reaction to get up to look for him, Korra stayed lying down and was relieved to have the blanket placed on her.

"Thanks. It was kind of cold." Now that the cauterization had settled in, the pain wasn't hot like it was before. Something Korra was grateful for despite how much the burn hurt when he had done so.

Find someone. She lolled her head to the side and watched him turn the console on. Or rather, attempt to do so. "Who?" she asked as she brought the blanket up to her neck.

If she could think of someone, or maybe a face, then she could help.

Somehow.

It wasn't working. The entire thing was acting as though it was fried at the worst possible moment, and Mako was wracking his head for some sort of response. With the bombs, there was going to be fire, so they weren't going to be safe there forever... But they had time.

He hardly heard Korra ask him a question. He looks at the door and at the windows again. If he was going to get any sort of help, he was going to have to go outside and ask for it... Leaving her behind.

And Korra was just stubborn enough to try to move even when she shouldn't. He glances back at her. "Hey... Try not to move too much, alright?"

"…Alright."

Korra gave him one last look, her eyes wandering his form until she found his face, and nodded. Healing, bending, was feeling like an importance and she thought of chi. The paths she had redirected to heal other, including herself.

"I’ll get better." She promised softly, not knowing if he was still there. He told her not to move too much. But chi, that wasn’t moving too much.

Redirection. Chi. Healing. Water.

Meditation had become a regular practice for her ever since Spock helped her get in touch with her inner spirit, and now she was trying it while lying down. Her thoughts were becoming scattered, but clearing her mind became easier because of it.

He exhaled, and looked once more at the door, before looking back to her. But in the meantime of looking, he noticed something on the floor that definitely didn't belong to him. Hell, it didn't look like it belonged to Korra, either. He frowned at it, before stooping down to pick it up. A ring?

No, it was different somehow.

He focused in on it, turning it over in his hands, before the compulsion to see just how it was different finally overcame him. He slid the ring on his finger and stared at it for a minute. Well-- this was pretty pointless and he still didn't have the first thing he needed, which was an ambulance.

... until a familiar siren goes off in the distance.

... Well, okay.

The siren broke Korra's meditative state and she was about to get up to see what was going on, but stopped herself. Mako told her not to move too much.

Then suddenly she was surrounded by medics, but they were green. She blinked a few times as they carefully put her on a stretcher, her thumbs rubbing in her hand to look for the ring. But it wasn't there, and it couldn't have been her; she didn't have the willpower to use it just then.

When they carried her through the door, Korra saw Mako along with them, taking her into the constructed ambulance. She smiled wanly as the sirens went off again when they were on the road and headed straight to where others where being directed by police officers for shelter and medical emergencies.

"Not...the best morning." she was being tended to by the constructs and kept laying down, but Korra couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

The ring had to come from her, there was no way something like that just accidentally rolled into his hands like that. And after the green constructs showed up, he realized what about the ring struck him as special. He'd gotten just what he wanted and needed, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Strange green things aside.

He sighed in relief. "At least it's getting better now."

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