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Characters: Korra (

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Date: Various
Location: Various
Situation: VARIOUS
Warnings/Rating: Blood, Physical shock, Nudity, Dumb Teenagers.

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skericide. Her usual hangouts are at her dojo in Wood, her suite ME-2A, the hospital in Metal, Jack's Fishing Shop in Water, or the Brazen Turtle in the center of Keeliai. But Korra can be at any sector on just about any day. Prose or brackets, they're both good!)

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Well, he was a pretty good cook when he had the right ingredients. But he didn't bother bragging then: just grinned in amusement before turning back to the kitchen to fix his own serving up. He wasn't sure how bad the food situation was-- it was on his list of things to do in the morning, apparently. It needed to be, anyway.

He went back to the table, sitting with her and eating in silence for the moment. "So, you like it that much..." She was never that overt about how much she liked his cooking before.

If teasing didn't get them back to normal, he wasn't sure what would.

It wasn't until then that Korra realized just how much she had taken for granted, how much she missed something that seemed as simple as Mako's cooking. Something she could never get anywhere else. And of course the companionship.

But she nodded as she finished her mouthful of food, taking a moment to breathe as she did so. "Well, it's not bad." Teasing she was familiar with, and it distracted her from thinking about them. The complicated mess that should be called them.

Once she had a drink to wash it down, she was about to demolish the other half of her bowl before saying "You should make it more often."

For me.

He shrugs. "I could show you how to cook it," said right before taking a bite. He wasn't nearly as enthusiastic with eating as she was, but he did notice the 'not bad' jab. She'd picked up on what he was going for, and suddenly he felt a lot more relaxed. "It's not really complicated, a kid could do it." He knew, because that kid had been him, once.

Though, he had missed the unspoken part of that statement. Or rather, had taken it for granted. But if she could take the spiciness... he didn't mind making it for her, again.

She seemed pretty unfazed overall. He could appreciate that.

"No thanks. I'll stick the water tribe grub, you can handle the rest." Food was important, and Korra preferred to be cooked for rather cook for herself even though she was capable. It had been that way for most of her life, and probably why she had an iron stomach. She didn't miss a beat in saying and happily worked on finishing the rest of her bowl.

"Now if you did desserts." Said with a serious point of her chopsticks. "Then you might just have to open your own little restaurant."

"Desserts require extra work. My MO when I'm cooking is stuff that's easy," he replies simply, though he had to admit... despite the stress, and despite not really having eaten all day, he wasn't really that hungry. He was forcing himself to eat at this point, to keep their conversation normal. But after a bit, it just settles on his stomach badly and he sets aside the bowl, before glancing at what was left of hers.

He could probably start clean-up, though he had to admit he really wasn't feeling up to that either. It was taking a lot of effort to not seem as tired as he felt, which just compounded the problem. He rubbed his face for a moment before standing up and starting the cleaning process. He just wanted to go pass out.

He'd have to rush Korra a little bit, but the rest would do her good too.

"Dessert might be easy, you don't know."

Korra pursed her lips when she looked at his not-so-empty bowl. But he was already set on cleaning up, so she polished off her bowl before handing it over to him. "I can-" help? Not really, she would be in the way by limping around.

She quickly chugged her drink down before handing that to him too. Even though she had that awkwardness, Korra really felt comfortable having him tend to her while she was practically down and out.

"well, just let me know if you want some help washing." Perks of being a waterbender. But she did note the tired look he had. It was a long day, and she had no idea what he had been through. Not yet.

"Thanks, I got it from here," was all he could answer. With how scarce things were, he could just set his aside and save it for later. So maybe he was inadvertently doing himself a favor then, though when he gets to the kitchen, he sets all the plates aside and has to pause, his hands resting on the counter. Well, more like supporting the rest of him. He was seriously not feeling well.

Which was weird. He very rarely got sick... He wasn't even sure what he had as far as remedies were concerned. He'd collected some things, but he had no clue whether they worked or not. He lifted his hand shakily from the countertop and brushed his mouth. One step at a time. He's got this. But it was a laborious process-- he had to constantly pause and even then, he only set the dishes out to dry, instead of wiping them down and putting them up.

When he next showed his face, he couldn't hide how tired and pale he was looking. He didn't even really want to try anymore.

"Hey, Korra..." A pause. Get it together. "I'm gonna get you set up on my bed. Alright?"

Edited (accidentally a word) 2014-04-21 00:56 (UTC)

Ans suddenly, no more teasing. Korra watched him leave to the kitchen with a curious look. There wasn't anything she could think of that might have put him off. She was about to get up and follow him, but he would have just admonished her for getting up.

When she saw him again, Korra's mouth went slightly slack and she stared at him. That was pale even for Mako.

"Sure." It was just an excuse for her to get to her feet as quickly as she could, given the circumstances. As soon as she was up, she looked at his tired face and touched his forehead, and bit both her lips.

She put her hand on his arm. "Come on." If anything, she was going to set him up in his bed and see what she could make of what exactly was wrong with him.

The paleness was a lie. If anything, he should have been burning red from how hot his forehead felt. As many jokes one could make about firebenders being hot, it wasn't normal. In fact, part of him almost wanted to make that joke, and he knew he needed to get something to reduce the fever, and get some sleep as soon as possible. He pulled back at the touch, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

She wasn't that hard to read, in this one circumstance.

"I've got something for fever, Korra," he said insistently. There was no way he didn't-- he was Mako. He liked to think he was way more prepared than he was. If anything, he should be supporting her to his bed, though he knew that would end in disaster for both of them right then. It was an effort to walk straight, and without shivering. He just had to grab extra pillows and blankets, so she could sleep on something he hadn't slept on.

He was doing his best to operate normally.

Fever was spot on, that was too hot to be shrugged off and she knew Mako was trying to do that; but she had to wonder just how long he had been like that. And now was not the time for her stupid pride. The green cast she had used earlier in the day to give her splint full support shot out of her ring. Were he fine, Korra would have just limped and dealt with the stings of pain. Draining the ring of energy wasn't a good idea, bombs might go off again closer and possibly even the suite itself. But Mako needed her right now.

Reinforced by the green energy, Korra tucked herself under his arm and walked him over to his bedroom. "I'll get it. Don't worry. You've got the best healer on the turtle." As soon as she sat him down on the bed, Korra went over to find the remedy and get a wet cloth. She didn't was a second coming back and climbed onto the bed, the cast disappearing once her foot was off the floor.

"Here, look at me." She placed her hand on his cheek, still hot, and pressed the wet cloth onto his forehead. She made sure it was cool to the touch with subtle waterbending.

He was really too weak to protest when she started assisting him. He wanted to say he could walk, that he didn't need the support, as soon as she set him on the bed, he felt the world tilt and he swallowed hard, his eyes closing tightly. His hands curled in the sheets while he waited for the vertigo to pass. He didn't even notice she was gone, he was still trying to will the dizziness away.

Her words were almost distant, and all he wanted to do was pass out. Pass out, and either shed all his clothes, or go find every single pair of winter clothes he had in his closet. He forced his eyes open, but she wasn't coming in focus like she should have. Instinctively, he pulled away from the cloth, before settling. He couldn't focus...

She was still a blur, and when he tried to reach his hand out to her, he realized he was shaking. "Korra..." It was a pathetic attempt at indignity, one that he stopped at halfway, dropping his hand. His hand wasn't the only thing that dropped-- he slumped forward against her, all energy leaving him.

The soaked cloth wasn't something she'd let him avoid and Korra placed it on his forehead. Only when his hand dropped did it hit her that he could have been affected by the spores she had heard about. But that realization came when she reached for his hand, only to have it fall and his weight was on her before she knew it.

"I've got you, hang on." She was more worried about his overall health now, the fever seemed small in comparison. Korra pulled him onto the bed while she used her good leg to push herself back against the headboard. A simple wave of her hand drew out the water from the cloth and she began to swirl the glowing water just barely above his head.

"Everything's going to be fine." Though she was worried. This was something she'd never dealt with before and he was too important for her to mess up healing him.

Nothing was in focus anymore, it was like everything had drained out of him all at once, as soon as she set him down. Moving was a herculean effort on his own, and it was way, way too cold. He stared up at the glowing water. He'd never been healed by Korra like this before.

"... Lot less messy than firebending." He admits hazily, before turning to the side and coughing. He would never have made it to the hospital like this, so it was good fortune that she'd decided to visit him instead, and that she was there with him. He coughed again, and when he stopped coughing, his teeth chattered due to shivering.

He wanted to reach out and touch her, but she needed to waterbend, or the water would come crashing all over him. He closed his eyes, trying to keep track of the thread of what was going on, but it was hard. He was half incoherent when he mumbled, "L-Leave this bed and... gonna have words. Lots of words."

He was out cold after that.

"Firebending doesn't have to be messy." But she knew he probably wasn't even listening, not with the condition he was. Not only had she handled patient's that had reached a similar dazed state, but she was in one earlier. And more of it was coming to her as time went on.

She barely made out the mumble, but she didn't even have time to respond to it. "Mako. MAKO!" She moved her hand to his cheek and gave a light shake, but there wasn't any response.

Worry etched into her features and she sent the water back into the cloth on his head. Korra looped her arms around him and pulled him into a more comfortable position on her so he wouldn't sleep wrong. His entire body was burning up and she could feel it with him half on her. It was making her too warm for her own comfort.

But she didn't move him, she didn't want him to be anywhere else.

Korra drew the water out of the cloth again and continued her healing. However long it took, she didn't know. The room had grown dark from the sun setting ages and her arms were heavy from the tireless moving.

Hours had passed, the only light came from the water she kept moving. When she felt that the healing had as much effect on him as she could give, Korra gave one last wave of her arm and guided it back to the cloth on his head.

...she rested her head against the headboard and pulled him closer to her. Her body was too fatigued to do much else and Korra's eyes slowly closed, the exhaustion catching up to her. But not enough to let her arms fall from holding him.

"I- love you, Mako." The last thing she brokenly murmured before her chin fell onto her chest.

Edited 2014-04-21 02:37 (UTC)

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