The Rebellion Within

Chapter 7: Dinner

Korra's thoughts were a wreck when she reached the hospital that evening to pick up Asami. Truth was she had spent all day back in the base, running through Katara's pleads and words while working herself out until exhaustion. So, of course, the four hours worth of road towards the hospital tired her even more. She felt awful, both about herself and the hospital shortage of supplies. On one hand, she had the issue of Raiko's stubbornness and ignorance towards the situation. On the other, she had the possible solution: Asami's insight on the matter. However, the nurse was a whole other problem of her own. She noticed the other nurse's, Jinora, eyes on her when she left her guard down with Asami. She had allowed herself to admire the beautiful woman when she saw that sudden sparkle in her eyes during their conversation, which magnified her natural beauty.

Korra took a deep breath to gather her nervousness and thoughts, and stepped out of the car. She headed to the front door of the hospital and, as if on cue, Asami opened the door and stepped out. The captain stopped dead in her tracks and gave Asami the same look she had earlier today. She really couldn't help it, the nurse was the most attractive woman she had laid eyes on. Allowing herself to give in slightly, she admired the woman for a small while. She wore a red dress with black details that accentuated her eyes, black heels and she wore light makeup that included red ember lips. The captain almost allowed herself to fall in love right then and there, but she knew better. She knew better than to drag Asami down that rabbit home.

She looked up at the woman who was now looking at her curiously and noticed she had completely spaced out.

"Are you okay?" She heard Asami's voice and she nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Did you ask or say something?"

"I asked where you were taking me. I know we had established on going to Tetuan but I didn't know if you had changed your mind on that." She smiled slightly and Korra nodded again.

"Right.." She rubbed the back of her neck and motioned for Asami to follow. "Well, I was thinking of going to this restaurant back there. I know you've been, bu-."

"Actually I only went that day we met on." The nurse gently interrupted as they made their way to the car. "I saw there was a lot of activity there though."

"Well it is the base." Korra swallowed trying to get rid of the awkwardness that surrounded her body. She opened the door for Asami and closed it once she sat on the seat. Leaning against it, she addressed the nurse again. "We can always stay here and raid what's left of the medicine cabinet." She joked and grinned when she heard Asami's laughter.

"Korra, shouldn't we first solve the shortage problem? Can't raid something that is empty." It was Korra's turn to laugh now and made her way to seat. She got in the car and looked at the nurse.

"Hopefully we can solve this tonight" She turned the car on and drove away towards their destination.

The ride was filled with light chatter and Korra explaining some landmarks along the way to the base. The sun was starting to set, and suddenly Korra started feeling uneasy about the trip back from the hospital. She thought maybe that she could borrow a bed from the hospital for the night after returning Asami. She had to be at the hospital early in the morning anyway, so why not just sleep there? The captain, although deep in thought, kept herself alarmed at their surroundings. However, she couldn't help but smile at Asami's ease and complete relaxation. The innocence of not knowing all that could go wrong in this trajectory even made the captain envious of Asami, but at the same time she felt miserable about it.

It would be a matter of time before that innocence and happiness would be shattered by the reality of things. Regardless of the small bubble they had created around themselves and the great time they had together these past two weeks, they were still in the middle of a violent war. One that still kept Korra on her toes despite being here for two, almost three, years, making her fear for her safety and life every single day. So, why not simply return to Spain with her family? That was the question that lingered on her mind for the longest time, but forced herself to stop thinking about half a year ago. The exhaustion of always looking for an answer to her question already had caught up to her. The thing is that she always found herself running out of responses. Her real parents, the glory of "her country", doing what she thought was right, everything suddenly either solved itself or just became irrelevant. Whenever she aimed a gun at someone, who she knew had all the reasons to be mad at the regime, she second guessed her reasons and found herself without answers anymore. She knew the truth on why she had stayed behind, but denied to admit it to herself.